FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Spiritual

  • Love letter # 262

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    Paul Ransom
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    I count my blessings – my liberty, my lightness – all here because you turned away – and I looked inward. And there I found the true source of love, radiating outwards. The ecstasy of love is in its outflow. Its channelling. Its being. I am love because you turned aside.

  • Love letter # 176

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    Paul Ransom
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    In the warmth I can smell you on my skin. In the cold I can feel your breath. When it’s dark I can see your stars, and in the daylight I bask in your life affirming light. You are in the expanse, and in the smallness. You are in the dance, and in the quietness.…

  • Love letter # 267

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    Paul Ransom
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    I was so lucky to know you, let alone be anywhere near you. You showed me things I never even dreamt of – dances I never imagined. There are things in my life now – ideas, ways of being, feelings – that never existed before your beautiful eyes set fire to my complacency. In your…

  • Love letter # 183

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    Paul Ransom
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    I walked in the splendid shadows just to be with you. I learned the songs of the seraphim just to hear you sing. And I swam in the silken sea so as to have your arms about me. When I feel that you are not with me, I look again, and realise that you are…

  • Love letter # 88

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    Paul Ransom
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    Last night it rained like sorrow. Today the air is thick, every drenched flower sweet with scent. I move through the humid light and – wouldn’t you know it – all I see is you. I carry you in my thoughts like a half remembered song, and I find that I still move in time.…

  • Love letter # 196

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    Paul Ransom
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    You are like the connectedness of things: the invisible strings, the wideness of plains and the coolness of air, time stretched out like a ribbon of stars. I walk in your aura. I listen to your awesome quietness. Your breathing makes my heart beat. I am the blessed one – loving you like this. It…

  • Love letter # 212

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    Paul Ransom
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    You drove a river right through me; pierced me with a parcel of light. Breath suspended – I was quiet inside – like the still of a beautiful evening. And when I inhaled, you flowed; and I was made of you, and you were made of me. And we became we.

  • Love letter # 130

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    Paul Ransom
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    There was a time when I looked to the sky for fireworks. Now I look at you. You are where the stars burst. This is how my nights are coloured. The angels can stop their singing, the bells cease ringing – you are here beside me, where even oceans come to heel. If I once…

  • Love letter # 109

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    Paul Ransom
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    You of the light, shine beautifully on me. By the light of you – I am shot through. I am made of the stars you burn. And we are but vapour together.

  • Love letter # 400

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    Paul Ransom
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    When I was there I could never have imagined being here. Now was not conceivable then. There was us. There was that. When a thing is burning – it is burning. And now: remnants. Things that once were. Not even bones – just ash. And silence. I look for your mark on me and find…