Love Travels
I recently read, “If you dismiss your heart,
you will end dismissing theirs.” The more I thought about this statement, the
more I stumbled over it. Yes, it true…we’re only capable of receiving love to
the extent we are able to give it. Simple,
but profound. Is it a case of where the laws of attraction become validated?
Perhaps, but it could be a bit more complex and involve the basic components
like, trust, or hope. On the other hand, it could be a result of more definitive circumstances, such as loss, growth, and
finally allowing yourself to reach a state of unsurpassable vulnerability that the
risks (and the true nature of trust) are completely dismissed, and you become blindsided in the act of absolute living. But are we capable
of surrendering to a continual vulnerability? Does it work if forced?
Being vulnerable requires a total eclipse of
submission. It’s another level in the semi-state of unconsciousness, and perhaps even
leans towards the edge of insanity, a type of madness where love has a chance, a real chance to bloom, and whereas the
conditions present themselves where the seedlings of desire can finally take root. So, if you’re denying yourself
love—simply through the act of “dismissing your heart,” then, are you in an
essence, denying your existence? I believe so.
In
the poem, “Consort of Viols,” by Kathleen Raine, she says in the second stanza:
Your
life my death
Weeps
in the night
Your
freedom bound
To me,
though bound still free
To
leave my tomb
It’s
as if she’s already recognizes that she’s unable to reach the “freedom” of the
other, perhaps the one she loves is but a prisoner, and possibly a prisoner of her own
heart. I can understand that, but I also know what it's like to love from afar--and I wonder, can love travel that far?
