Friday, February 24, 2012

open to love


And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.

Poem By Anais Nin

Love is a risky business. I think we all know this, which is why most of us proceed with extreme caution. There are no guarantees. No sure bets. No insurance plans covering broken hearts. Too risky. Premiums would sky rocket.

Still, open to love, I say. Open to it because the alternative is criminal, stealing from yourself the opportunity for honest to goodness happiness and vitally real connections.

Open to love. Pry open your tin can of a heart and offer it up to your lover, to loved ones, to friends, to strangers even. It will feed the masses, like fish and loaves in the Bible.

Open to love. Unlock your doors and throw open your windows, allowing it to air out your haunted mansions; release your ghosts and set yourself free.

Open to love. Surrender all that you have, all your hopes and all your dreams, all your fears and all your baggage. Love knows no gravity. Open to love and be weightless.

Open to love and it will open to you.

Open to love and it will open you.

Open to love to open.

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