FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Spiritual

  • Love letter # 348

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    Paul Ransom
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    With you…welcome, acceptance. Home. At last…seen, heard, believed. In you, I see my soul. The lighthouse. Here, it shines. Here. In the harbour, all oceans are crossed. In the quiet between us, everything is said. Now the distance contains our love. Now the mystery our knowing. There is no need for maps, nor excess confirmation.…

  • Love letter # 441

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    Paul Ransom
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    Come to my arms unarmed. How could I resist such surrender? Wipe clean the histories of ego and disappointment. Melt into your embrace. Into the euphoria of danger. Such irresponsible flight, so far to fall. All these bones for breaking. Now I risk it all for the swoon of such temptation. Here, torched bridges, lighting…

  • Love letter # 849

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    Paul Ransom
    in

    At day’s end, I sat with you. There I saw the distance in your eyes. It was ocean I crossed to be here.

  • Love letter # 639

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    Paul Ransom
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    So subtle sometimes. Under the radar. A blink, and there you are. Beside me, inside me. So much so that I nearly become you. There are no words. Not now.

  • Love letter # 732

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    Paul Ransom
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    There are moments when everything is so clear, as though the hidden simplicity of things was made abundantly known. This may seem metaphysical – spiritual – yet it is as close as kindness. In this light we see ourselves. Fragile and fraught. We have the gift of love in our hands, yet so often we…

  • It will all be taken

    It will all be taken

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    Paul Ransom
    in

    Love while you can. Embrace it now. For even this shall be gone. We may set our stall against the declining of the sun, yet still it will set. I may promise you forever, yet this too shall be broken. Our wisdom, our folly, and everything we remember – forgotten. Now, our fruiting garden. Tomorrow,…

  • Love letter # 1.618

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    Paul Ransom
    in

    There are no gods. No higher purposes. No hidden meanings to discern. Nothing other than you. I have walked countless roads, worn many masks. There have been a thousand pretenders. Incomplete and unbelievable truths. Vanity and denial dressed up as wisdom. Yet none have blinded me to you. You have been my light. My cynosure.…

  • Am I loveless?

    Am I loveless?

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    Paul Ransom
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    Always the scent of flowering. The heady onset. Yet, this season…the slow swoon of distance. The undeniable space between fire and ash. I yearn…but for no one. They are all gone. Ancient darlings, possible flames. Instead, I walk along the road of last year’s ardour. Further away than ever. Little more than syllables now. Bittersweet…

  • Love letter # 1201

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    Paul Ransom
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    Now is the melancholy season. You…and you…and you. All my flowers. Your glory, your brightness, your turning. The inevitability of damp earth. The wheel, once more, in its orbit. I am, by slow degrees, uplifted and crushed beneath. Where, from the soil, I shall rise to sing your name once more. As I do now.

  • Love letter # 594

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    Paul Ransom
    in

    Often, I wonder…how do you know? These are things you could only see from the sky. Like my complicity. The shortfalls in my soul. Yours must be a merciful eye. More so than mine. At times, I am shamed by the disparity. Yet you forgive; or at least, understand and have patience. If I have…

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