Only Love Can Break Your Heart

Lately I’ve been thinking that, contrary to songs and poems and stories, your heart breaks first. That’s how all the love is released, that’s what floods your body and soul with all that warmth and wanting. As soon as you actually meet someone that may very well be the love you’ve been waiting for, your heart breaks then and there, because it’s just too full to hold it all in. There they are; right in front of you and all your love is spilling out, trickling down, becoming butterflies in your tummy. You’ve opened up what you’ve had all along – you’re not waiting for someone else to come along to fill up an empty space. And if you think of your heart as being already broken (in an offering way), then there’s nothing to harm it. You can just Be In Love, and what the object of your affection does or doesn’t do just won’t matter – you’re living in Love, it’s your Truth, and the Power is with you. You can be a celebrant dancing before the God/Goddess of Love, not some cowering slave, always half awaiting the blow. Sure, it’s awful when the love is not returned or when our dream/fantasy/wish doesn’t come true. It’s scary and hard and aching. But if ultimately you know that what you’ve been true to is your own ideal, then you haven’t given anything away – it’s still all yours. Your heart hurts then because it is healing, stitching itself back up again – but only so it can be whole to hold Love again.
[Original Post: Monday, July 19, 2010 at 6:36pm]

One thought on “Only Love Can Break Your Heart

  1. This is my favorite post so far. I'm going to copy and paste it, so I can read it again and again. In a way, it reminds me of how muscle tissue is built. It has to be torn apart first, then it grows as it heals. You are a beautiful woman Sharon. Here's another one of my poems for you:

    MY GIRL'S A FEATHER

    Like a tickle across your face
    Like a snowflake in a breeze
    Like freshly picked heather
    My girl's a feather

    Floating so easy 'cross your face
    Free not to fear the future, she sees
    Forever… together
    My girl's a feather

    Butterflies, you must face
    Are free to be free, so tell me
    I need to know, whether
    My girl's a feather

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