Friday, August 27, 2010

Loving straightforwardly

There has been a lot of talk, reflections and musings about love going around.  Love and hurt. The intense kind of hurt most ironically caused
Off course the topic of conversation over many a bottles of wine has been about the above and relationships of all kind. What goes wrong, what you do to make it right, when to let it go, when to fight...
Frustratingly, I am still non the wiser, but all of this love talk, recent events in my own life and and trying times with friends has made me wonder about this addictive anomaly.  And then I stumbled across this poem written by the Chilean Communist writer Pablo Neruda...

"I do not love you as if you were salt rose or topaz or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance rise from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride.
so I love you because I know not other way
than this:  where I does not exist, not you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep"

I don't know if it is possible to love like this..."straightforwardly, without complexities or pride", but these words are just so hauntingly beautiful it makes me want to cry.  And for now the words are promise enough.


1 comment:

  1. I must say currently I can really do with loads of bottles of wine and musings. The answers to all these questions elude me. It changes quicker than a summers day in Cape Town.

    I have come to one conclusion, guard your heart. You give away a piece every time and its impossible to get back. And then there is a lot less to give the second time around.

    1 Corinthians 13:4
    Love is patient. Love is kind. Love isn't jealous. It doesn't sing its own praises. It isn't arrogant.