FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Spiritual

  • Love letter # 346

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is not simply that I love you but that, in you, I am the act of love. Your eyes turn me into light, your voice into song. When you move I am the dance – and when you leave I am the distance between stars. But your touch … now I am the very…

  • Love letter # 319

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    Paul Ransom
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    Solstice. Winter. The darkness in its pomp. The daylight shivering. So far from you. Wanting so much to lie upon the damp earth and be consumed. To sink into the soil, feed the naked trees. Give my life to something greater. Greater than my futile pride. More beautiful than my ridiculous vanity. Something like the…

  • Love letter # 1418

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    Paul Ransom
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    Now the distance uncrossable. Here the worthless keepsakes, dusted with the film of years. Now the vastness of time. This the deep quiet that separates us. These the gestures, the thousand follies. This the going through the motions. I the act. Everything ritual. Take a step, then another. Smile. Be nice. Pretend. Forgive them their…

  • In the absence of everything but beauty

    In the absence of everything but beauty

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    Paul Ransom
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    Only in mine eye shalt thee be one, For mine is the eye outside, The eye that is not an eye, The seeing that is not seeing. The knowing that knows nothing; For I am the I that is not an I. When you look at me, what will you see? No – not even…

  • Love letter # 393

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    Paul Ransom
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    I would have waited a hundred years for someone like you – but you are already here. Wave of exultation. Obliterating light. Storm of splendour. And I am washed away. Running in the river with you. Falling back to the centre. Returning to the great nothing. To the sublime and beautiful union of emptiness. With…

  • Love letter # 449

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    Paul Ransom
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    You are a beautiful light in the world. You are all the far flung wonders. You are the songs inside me. And I am the traveller, drawn by your flame. An island you stopped to name. And here I am – dancing to the music you are. Walking in the way that you shine. Blessed,…

  • Love letter # 341

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    Paul Ransom
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    You are the point of stillness at the centre of everything. You are the silence inside the sound. The empty house to which everything returns. The kingdom after the fall. When the fury of all our doing subsides, we shall be with you. If I lose sight of this when you’re gone, I recall it…

  • For if you will take my hand…

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    Paul Ransom
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    We may well be lost. Broken. It may all be pointless. Doomed. This road we stumble down might lead to nowhere. Oblivion. Yet should you choose to walk this way with me…then, my angel, all beauty shall flower for you and I, and we shall take our remaining steps as though carried by the slow…

  • Love letter # 419

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    Paul Ransom
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    Your beauty is such that it hurts. Golden. Unattainable. An almost perfect sheen. And mine is the rapture of the broken in awe. The swoon of the hesitant. Beauty, often as not, seeks damage – and damage finds solace in beauty. We always want the opposite of what we have. Opposites attract. Like magnets. Electrons…

  • Love letter # 297

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    Paul Ransom
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    Tonight your light is of such a wondrous quality that, in the fire of its glow, I would gladly yield to the greater darkness. Your song so lovely I could fold into the oceanic silence. Here your gifts are so overwhelming that I could give them all to the void. In this moment beside you…