I am not perfect

I will never pretend that I am perfect and without flaws. In fact I have many of those - and I am not ashamed of them. In fact the opposite, I have filet myself in the past and layed all my flaws and mistakes out in the open for one man to see, and promised to fix that which was broken. That was a humbling and strange experience - pushing me over some sort of edge of self destruction. That being said I have now had the opportunity to fix that which was broken and work on that which still needs to be fixed.

Through all my flaws and all my failures, insecurities and pain I have given love in abundance, security, safety, comfort, peace and body and souls healing. I gave onto love what love needs to be fulfilled.

As the prophet put it (for full Kahlil Gibran on love click here):

"When love beckons to you, follow him, 
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully."

Fellow bloggers, I have bled willingly and joyfully - through all the pinions that wounded me I surrendered to that which is love, and believed that love will have the power to fulfill the needs I could not provide for. Love is the ultimate of strongest forces, being the root of forgiveness and understanding, the arm of support and the embrace of acceptance.

Love does not and cannot live in silence, it cannot be ignored and it needs the freedom to create and speak onto those it effects. I have loved. Tenderly and passionately. I have wandered off the path for love to beckon to me, and followed him. When love speaks to me, I will believe in him.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. 
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.  

Is this not the purpose of love? I have watched love turn around and walk away, driven by self doubt and insecurity - whispered to by the silent darkness and pain. For love is sufficient unto love.

 

No I am definitely not perfect. I have caused pain and hurt by my actions. I had lost the power of love and succumbed to the power of doubt and fear. All I can say is that I have learned many lessons, and I will never be the man I was before - because love has taught me a great many things and continue to do so daily.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.