To journey through the world and live with love as we go is a devotion, and nothing less. Here’s a poem about loving like we are breathing, written with intention because it is something the world needs, something we all need.
“This is not an easy time in which to live. That does not mean that it has to be a difficult time to love…” — Brandon Sanderson, The Well of Ascension
This poem is not not about the relationships we share with a significant other or others, it’s simply about the way we want to live our lives.
Live with love. It may sound simple, but it’s a decision that encompasses everything: every relationship, interaction, and action.
For me, I want to feel as though love is the underlying energy that flows through every single step I take. I want love to be the current carrying me through the times I’m not sure I can survive on my own.
This kind of decision guides your relationship with the earth and its seasons, the projects on your calendar, the food you eat, and the conversations you have in your own head.
If we nourish our bodies from a place of love, even aches and illness can be a chance to love again.
If we cultivate a greater respect for life’s mysteries, we might see hardship as a chance to become more forgiving, compassionate, and tolerant of others—and ourselves.
Perceived as the means AND the end, love becomes the bedrock of a life well lived.
To Live with Love
Doesn’t it amaze you, too,
How one person can love so much
That you can’t help but
Love in the same language
As they do?
This is what I crave to do:
And create like love is all that is true.
I want to rise to the occasion
With love still in my sight.
I want to fall asleep with
Love on my lips.
Nothing can take away my light then,
And if the night comes heavy,
I’ll have stars to give.
Without love, I sleep.
With love, I awaken.
Nothing could be taken from me then,
And even loss would lead to
Some kind of road worth traveling.
Even sadness would breed beauty
And beauty would not be so limited,
Not merely based on the opinions I keep.
Every storm would birth anticipation,
The kind that keeps me awake.
Yes, I do think
That love would be the well
From which I would like to drink.
In every season and circumstance,
May my eyes be open and
My ears be listening for what comes.
The sand would turn to gold.
I could hear the lightning
Before I see the thunder
Should would not apply anymore;
Mistakes would die into
Openings for renewed life.
Love makes all things new
By returning them to divinity.
Travel far enough into what is here,
A treasure house appears.
Go beyond a label and a name,
Everything becomes one
That to the senses would never
Be the same.
Even loss becomes gain.
. . .
Which of these thoughts did you need to read today?
Tell me in the comments. I read every single one, and I'd love to know!
P.S. Need to show yourself a little more love? Here's a handwritten poetry print for that. Every time you read it, you'll come back home to yourself. One breath at a time.