And I too, wanting it all!

I shall say that I want it all.
If you ask me how much I want,
I shall tell you that I want it all.
You and I and everyone are flowing this morning
Into the marvelous stream of oneness.
Small pieces of imagination as we are,
We have come a long way to find ourselves,
And for ourselves in the dark,
The illusion of emancipation.

This morning my brother is back from his long adventure.
He kneels before the altar and his eyes are filled with tears
His soul is looking for a shore to put an anchor,
My own image of long ago.
Let him kneel there and weep,
Let him cry his heart out.
Let him have his refuge for a thousand years
Enough to dry all his tears.

Because one of these nights I shall come.
I have to come and set fire to this small cottage of his on a hill.
His last shelter.
My fire will destroy,
Destroy everything.
Take away from him the only life raft he has, after a ship wreck.
In the utmost anguish of his soul,
The shell will break.
The light of the burning hut will witness, gloriously, his deliverance.
I will wait for him beside the burning cottage,
Tears will run down my cheeks.
I shall be there to contemplate his new existence,
And hold his hand in mine,
And ask him how much he would want.
He will smile at me and say that he wants it all.
Just as I did.


Thich Nhat Hanh

In Love

So my heart ached today! What is this about falling in love? I thought about it long and hard. Then I decided that when he/she said that he/she falling in love that it isn't love at all. What it really is, is that he/she really in love with his/her images of who the other person is versus who the other person really is. So I guessed I wasn't really in love after all! HA!

I guessed I am just that type of a person who would choose to make sense out of everything even when in reality it might not even be closed to what I think it is at all. I chose to make sense for my sake that is. Because I can have a good cry about the situation, talk some senses into myself, then stand up and move on. It doesn't mean I love the person any less than those who lived with pure emotions. Those who crying his/her heart out, doesn't mean he/she loved any more than I do. The point is, I need to keep my sanity. The point is love goes both ways. Loving the other person as well as loving yourself. And then again I think I have loved more than anyone or at least as much as anyone could ever love a person. Doesn't it say somewhere that when you loved someone you set them free?!... Such a cliche, isn't it?! But as much of a cliche it is, I have loved! Still my heart ached! and I will have a good cry!!!