sweet hurricane

by walterdoege

love seems a hurricane, a sweet hurricane, but a hurricane…thunders in the sky…danger…caution actions…the force of nature, a hurricane…to love is someting like a hurricane…a storm…I am not the same after a love hurricane sweet event…sweet because love is sweet…love is always freedom…love is always joy…love is always peace…after the love hurricane passage…and during the passage, courage, caution, personal safety…but love is close to a storm, far away a soft summer breeeze…the word love is used for many events that resembles love, but love is unique…to love is supreme courage…some control…some discontrol…some fear of love…full joy of love…love shakes my mind concepts…and hearth my heart…love somehow requires reality check…rock and rolling the real creating realities…all the pain and fear and suffering and losts and missings…are in the loving path…but does not come from love, comes from the break of my concepts, convictions, control illusion…I can direct somehow my love movement…but love is a movement itself…a sea calm…a sea in storm…a nice navigation…a hard navigation…some control, some no control, because love leads me…love is forward…love is ahead my perception…I sense love…the look of love…the voice of love…the sound of love…love leads me, love guides me…but love is not inside nor outside myself…I don’t know what love is, but it seems a hurricane…the experience of love is a courageous task…disrupts boudaries, creates others…healthy boudaries…needed boundaries…because when I fall in love, I don’t fall…I feel myself as placing me at the top of a high mountain…Dear Lord, some times give me hills, sometimes a mountain…at the top of a mountain I am in love…I love…I am loved…beloved…releasing love is releasing me…loosening fear…freeing my heart and soul and body…but is not a matter of thinking…love is a matter of experience…overcoming the hurricane passage, rebuilding builts…watching with new lens the new realities…and work, hard work…when I fall in love, I don’t fall…what fall is my certainities, convictions…love is a truth…an experienced truth…it’s good no interpretation or explanations…love can not be captured by any mean…love meaning is joy…after the storm, I send a warm regard…I guess that even if I can not survive to the love hurricane, I continue living is other realities…love is rebellious one…love is a strong experience, with coutless stories, fairy stories of how love is…I sense love as being one, and lovers is counless, as if I would get myself in counting how many stars were close to the full moon last summer night…spring arrival together with summer storms…at the highest mountain I sense the fresh autumn air…writing is not for walk…reading is not for walk…love is fresh air…inspiration and transpiration…water drops on my face…hot days…I don’t fall anymore…I seek a climatized place, a corner, to rest and breath fresh air…and sense love as a needed sometime painful and hard experience…and event, I want to survive…I like living…I am alive…love is a strong event with joy and peace at any step…when ego and self are blowing in the winds…I fall in love, but I don’t fall…if I fall, my love remains safe…love protects…love is enough…a hard path, a loving path, a sweet path…I keep standing good watching ego and self blowing in the winds…I am always here…me and you are always together…without you, no fresh air…we can go on together through life and beyond the mountains, storms, and fear