FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Spiritual

  • Love letter # 735

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    Paul Ransom
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    I still see you, though I no longer look at you. You might whisper, yet I would hear you a thousand miles off. Even though time is shifting like sand, the trace of you remains, such that I still walk beside you. Into the immeasurable distance, where everything dwells.      

  • Love letter # 113

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    Paul Ransom
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    There was no knowing. Only knowing. No guessing, only guessing. The accident. Our collision. The wreckage that became our harbour. The mapless navigation of storms. Our tracks in a desert of invention. Erase. Create. Forget. Remember. There is no point, only motion. No is, only what will be. We are as a circle, travelling far,…

  • Love letter # 327

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    Paul Ransom
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    You are my solstice, the extreme instant, the full extension. This, perhaps, my act of madness. Here, at the edge, everything might buckle. How I wish it would. Oh now, if you will, obliterate the in-between. Devastate the daily for a second of wildness. There is no consensus here, no pale diplomacy. Scorch it in…

  • Love letter # 144

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    Paul Ransom
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    I notice the space. Quiet vacancy. The calm of time. Yet I see these things with you still in them. Just a trace. The scent of a single flower. How great it was to love you.

  • Love letter # 2509

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    Paul Ransom
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    Yesterday, when we knew everything, nothing could stop us. Ours was the miracle unfolding. Today, we persist in ordinary orbit. No longer at the centre of things. Not wild, not cool, not defiant. We are no one’s idea of anything.   Yet, even in our unromantic waking, a kind of dream. A slow, grey yearning.…

  • And it shall flow eternally

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    Paul Ransom
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    My final words will be your name. I shall whisper the syllables slowly. They will remind me of soft breeze. The nigh inaudible rustle of leaves. I will pause to savour the rounded sensation in my mouth; like the sweet opium plume, and the drowsy bliss of inhale…exhale. There, to the deepening bell of your…

  • Love letter # 908

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was like a veil of mist, or was it a shift in the breeze? A subtle moving through. An inculcation. By minute cracks you entered. Until I was full. And I barely knew who I was anymore. Released. Reimagined. Old forms upturned. How you destroyed me. How we found treasure in ruins. Today we…

  • Love letter # 25

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    Paul Ransom
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    In the golden light To the song of promise How gladly I would fall apart

  • Love letter # 454

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    Paul Ransom
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    So now I kneel before hunger. Now I fly. Thrown from the ledge. Soon I will knock on your door. Then there will be a holding of breath. I will feel myself falling. It will seem like light. In that moment, I will know at last the hunger before kneeling.     

  • 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.…