FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Spiritual

  • 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,…

  • Love letter # 515

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    Paul Ransom
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    My love for you has a mystical quality. It connects me. Blurs the borders of self. At times it is like I become you. I cannot fully explain it, so I will not try. In place of words, of formulations, I will simply be with you; and, if you wish it, we can just be…

  • For we have surrendered all anchors for the liberty of stillness

    For we have surrendered all anchors for the liberty of stillness

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    Paul Ransom
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    I looked away, but you remained, and when my gaze returned, I saw you at last. The same; yet transformed. For it was my vision that had changed. Not my eyes but my way of seeing. How often I had looked upon you, how many ways I had regarded you, and yet not seen. Not…

  • Love letter # 539

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    Paul Ransom
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    5:47pm. It is the precise colour of my love for you. The angle of the light is just about cutting me in two. The irrecoverable years. The distance of my inability to say. The distance of your other life. I take solace in present company. Sunlight on a solitary stem of wild grass. The bustle…

  • Love letter # 508

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    Paul Ransom
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    There is a well known prayer attributed to St Francis. Though I do not believe in personality gods or seek the purported wisdom of holy books, there are a few lines that resonate. Not seek to be consoled, as to consoleTo be understood, as to understandTo be loved, as to loveFor it’s in giving that…

  • Love letter # 479

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    Paul Ransom
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    In gods, I do not believe. In destiny, I place no trust. Neither do I look for signs in stars. But you! In you there is every reason to believe. I did not manifest you. You are not an answered prayer. You are so much more than a wish fulfilled. I do not need a…

  • Love letter # 514

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    Paul Ransom
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    I said, “Show me a sign.” You said, “There are no signs.” Of course. Only in the absence of signs. From here on, I shall practise emptiness, such that I may fill with your light unobstructed. Now I shall attend to the silence, such that I may know your quiet voice. Here I shall embody…

  • I know at last the power of not knowing

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    Paul Ransom
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    You set in motion a chain of extraordinary events in me, by an act of authoring not yet fully understood. Perhaps it was simply something you allowed. In the space you created, the quiet had their say, the imperfect were permitted, the vain became irrelevant. And our fear turned to awe, thanks to a force…