LA PALOMA BLANCA
July 31, 2007
When the heart grieves over what it has lost,
The spirit rejoices over what it has left.
Some times it is not our choice who we love or how we love them.
At times the moon eclipses the sun
And the day grows dark at noon
Times like these make me believe that someone has done me a favor
And allowed me to slowly lose my love for them, painlessly
And only then am I able to experience the love that was growing beneath
My feet in the hubris of my composted pain,
Pain that I chose for myself.
The pain that as I write these words is flying from me, as a Paloma flies from
the cage to search for it’s home.
Always knowing, forever knowing where she belongs and no amount of not knowing where
she is will make her feel lost.
She has always known where she lives and how to return home.
Her mind has never tricked her heart and she never flew over the house of true love without knowing where it is.
She knows and lands on the roof of her home and the fear of being lost
And losing her way leaves her and her strength returns again
As if it was ever lost.
A dream of love that is reciprocated does not happen in sleep.
Only when our eyes are wide open and our hearts are wide open
And the cenote of fear, that clear pure water cave of fear is closed, forever closed.
For the teardrop of joy that drips from the perfect flower seals it from fear forever.
Written by Miguel 2007
RECOVERY OF LIFE AFTER LOSS OF LOVE FROM THE VIEW POINT OF VIEW OF A DOVE ALONE WHICH SHOULD NEVER BE. A DOVE ALONE.