FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Spiritual

  • Love letter # 994

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    Paul Ransom
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    I look into your blue distance, imagine the other side of your horizon, and I am transported. In your endless capacity I am contained; yet not restrained. Your tabula rasa is my where my story continues. With your quiet way you entice my language. For there are no anchors on the vessel of your love,…

  • Love letter # 577

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    Paul Ransom
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    Because you see us from afar, we are all tiny…like stars.

  • Love letter # 20230218

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    Paul Ransom
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    Tomorrow I leave you. Yet, you will barely notice my absence; for I only walked in your dappled light, another visitor, passing through you like the breeze, my flight shaped, scented, by your sentinel presence. In the sculpture of my motion, the evidence of you, perturbations on the surface of a stream. The flex of…

  • Love letter # 552

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    Paul Ransom
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    With you, I ascend and descend. With you, I am both stilled and in flow. With you, I rest in silent calm…and wonder…have I found my voice at last?

  • Love letter # 521

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    Paul Ransom
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    If forced to say it aloud, I would say that I did not need you. Did not love you. Nor even want you. Yet, in these absences, space for something undefinable. This ineffable attraction, the desire that will not be reduced to its description. Here now, the mystery that draws me to you. The love…

  • Love letter # 777

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    Paul Ransom
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    Nothing is owned. All is given. Or taken. The look in your eyes last night said as much. You once told me that what you wanted was to be heard. Well, you have been. All without saying a word. I realise there is no score, no account to be balanced, only the play of human…

  • Love letter # 533

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    Paul Ransom
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    When I look at you I become aware of the distance between hunger and feeding – which can be an ocean sometimes – and an ocean can be said to be made of tears – which is why we have sea walls. …But only when I notice. Which is why I am looking past you…

  • Love letter # 845

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    Paul Ransom
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    You come to stand, with calm deliberation, in my shadow, and from this well of darkness your light shines. A magnificent, obliterating luminosity. The ramparts of ego are dissolving, washed out in the beauty of this newly blinding brightness. Now there are no details to cling to. Only the wave, as it moves through us,…

  • Love letter # 516

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    Paul Ransom
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    Perhaps all I ever did was pay attention. After all, that’s what beauty is. Noticing.   

  • Love letter # 572

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    Paul Ransom
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    Your light is the colour of possibility. In your luminous arena I believe. Here is the spring, unfettered by inevitable autumn. As I walk in the shine of your promise I feel you near; around the next bend. We will see one another, and we will know, and there will be a radiance, erasing distinction,…