Do Not Love Half Lovers, or, How to Bask in True Love: A Guide for Firefighters, Managers and Exiles

Do not love half lovers.

Do not entertain half friends.

If you accept then accept it bluntly: Do not mask it.

If you refuse, then be clear about it:  For an ambiguous refusal is but a weak acceptance.



-excerpts from, Do Not Love Half Lovers, by John Siddque

I can't get over the amount of love I have seen in the past four days.  I would act as if it is luck, and one part of it is.  The rest of it, however, is years of cultivation of love that has taken so many forms over the years.  I can't get over how many loved ones I will get to see, how, where, and why. 

 Currently at the airport.  The soundtrack?  Is this. 


Also to be filed under "fuck yes" poems:  The Guest House


This being human is a guest house. 
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

 The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

-Rumi


I will have more to say, and soon.  For now, I will say that it has to do with the love and compassion of what Bessel Van der Kolk refers to as Firefighters, Managers, and Exiles. Holy healing hell of love.


Be well; be loved.

I will see you soon and, perhaps, you'll let me touch your heart and I'll let you touch mine.


k.

(title: the title of a poem by John Siddque.  First two lines are from this bad ass poem.)
(image: from the beginning of this week with beautiful people and in celebration)