FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Spiritual

  • They are all you

    They are all you

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    Paul Ransom
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    Ever since I met you, I have always known. It is not that they are shadows, nor you their ghostly forebear. Neither do they replace you, or simply stand in your place. They shall not follow in your wake, nor wear thy lovely crown. The shiver of your love shall not be stilled in their…

  • Love letter # 699

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    Paul Ransom
    in

    In you, astonishment. The miracle of the other mirroring self. More than that, making self. You, the architect of me. The space that defines the point. The eternal, coalescing into now. The beauty of the particular, and the awe of the universal. As though I knew you all along. Call and response. As if the…

  • Love letter # 422

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    Paul Ransom
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    Yes, I hear them. I know what they’re saying. I can even understand why they say it. But they don’t know. They have mistaken appearance for substance. Their judgement is coded in the beliefs they have about themselves. Their cynic’s wisdom is a cleverly clothed self-loathing. So do not worry, I hear them but do…

  • Love letter # 445

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    Paul Ransom
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    It required an act of surrender to be free. It was from the darkness that the light was seen. It took the zero to make an infinity. It took the many to mould a unity. Only in the Other did the I unfold. For in your voice is my story told.

  • Our love took place in silence

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    Paul Ransom
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    Our love took place in silence, beneath the veil of uttering, in rooms unfurnished. It did not feed on the touch of skin, nor brightly burn with the fire of clutching mouths. It did not bloom as flowers, it did not wear the ring. There was no need of song, for we danced between the…

  • Love letter # 442

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    Paul Ransom
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    For you I need look no further. You are in my blood, electricity in my fibres. You are made of the same sinew, and in the subsoil of my being you have grown to fruition. When I am dancing, you are the animator. When I sing of love it is with your voice. When it…

  • Love letter # 691

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    Paul Ransom
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    I was the starving till you grew. I was the drifter, then you called. But I had an anchor, while you had wings. Now we’re on a journey home, – to the sea where islands meet and sleep. And there we will find we have everything…because nothing at all is everything.

  • Love letter # 435

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    Paul Ransom
    in

    You passed me on the stairs and, over shoulders, with half turns, our eyes locked. I spied you in the corner of a room, your thoughts in clouds, looking as though you knew. I watched you as you walked – and as you drew near. We very nearly brushed against each other. Like me, you…

  • Love letter # 512

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    Paul Ransom
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    Everything changes, this we know, and our attempts to keep things as they are fly in the face of logic and evidence. Yet, for all that, my unfaltering love for you. Like an eternal, indivisible force – or rather, a clear and unmoving viewpoint from which to gaze out upon the world. A sublime centrality.…

  • Love letter # 404

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    Paul Ransom
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    When we obliterate the triviality of detail, when we pass through the frontier of control, all we have is the golden light. The pure, unbounded enfolding. The embrace that is not withheld for the want of names or the quibble of character. It is the sea we never leave; in which we are all drowning.…