FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Spiritual

  • Love letter # 253

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    Paul Ransom
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    You, who are my angel, you are my destroyer too – and I shall be neither the first nor the last to drown in the act of loving. This is the vessel of my sorrow, the broken raft of my undelivered fury. Like nails in me. Pretty, pretty punctures. Leftover from your kiss. How the…

  • Love letter # 909

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    Paul Ransom
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    Take me to the end – to the place where beauty is everything – where the cell of Oneness melts into the sea of Twoness. For when I know you, I know me. And our love is the mirror by which we come into being. Because there is a shadow and there is a light;…

  • Love letter # 228

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    Paul Ransom
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    Wasn’t it true? Didn’t we know from day one? We had a language. Written in blood and stars. There were no silly vanities with us. We had no need for the distracting glare. In the world we made with our love, there was only love. It seems so wild to say it now – to…

  • Love letter # 330

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    Paul Ransom
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    When I walked beside you yesterday it was as though the pelting rain were washing me clean. Drowning me in a beautiful monsoon. Turning the parched terrain into a sea of flowers. Yes, it may well have been a grand delusion – but what spellbinding hallucination it was. For a few moments, I was light…

  • Love letter # 243

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    Paul Ransom
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    You move like a river through this desert of mine. You fall like the rain upon my parched and broken ground. You rise like the moon on the blackest night. And everything glows. Deeply, and with low planetary sighs, I turn towards you. My love is like a force of nature; a rock in space…

  • Love letter # 367

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    Paul Ransom
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    Sometimes, when you are near to me, I feel as though a vast and slow moving waveform is travelling quietly but inexorably within me. Through me. That you are as the moon and I am as the tides – lifted up by you. It is a humble feeling, and I surrender to it utterly; and…

  • Love letter # 251

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    Paul Ransom
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    I know I have said it a million times – perhaps I will say it a million times more – but for me it bears repeating. It is why I am here today. On the crest of something. Because if asked what I would have given for you, I would have said burn everything. Set…

  • Love letter # 244

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is the light that makes the night seem darker – the black that makes the bright seem wondrous. These two are dancers. They move as one. I know this because I love you. And because I have this crazy feeling, I can see clearly that you don’t. I could be sad about this –…

  • Love letter # 296

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    Paul Ransom
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    I am not a linear narrative, nor a hero on a journey. I am simply living. Messily and haphazardly. I am neither a robot of destiny, nor an avatar of God. I am but human. Flesh and genes. An example of passion and folly – but with an eye for something called beauty. And even…

  • Love letter # 222

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    Paul Ransom
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    The ever moving stream. The ceaseless churn of cycles. The great and silent wheel of everything. This is what we share. We are but the name of the eternal. The splendid details. Flowers in an endless sea of beauty. And as they sway, so shall we. Just as we are close, so shall we be…