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TO NO END 

Oh don’t get me wrong

I do love you

I want to share life

The little time that I have

I want that to belong to you

There is no hiding my desire

I want your starlight

To explore together

All the things

We’ve dreamed of

These emotions are too raw to let me lie

This is what I want

You to hold me all night long

And love me

Like the morning will never come

© Sandy Hibbard 3/4/17

There are a million hearts out there
Under the rain and covered by storm clouds
You think you are the only one who got lost on the journey
Silenced by shut lips
Estranged because you sought to fill your deepest longings
Pursuing your dream of love . . .
You are not alone
All these broken tears create a universe of pulsating pain
An aching black hole of emptiness
That can only be filled with one thing -
 You
Me
Us
We
are a galaxy of shuttered hopes that shine free on every fragmented soul
Bursting into rainbow shards of brilliant light
Emptying every dark place
You are starlight
You are heaven’s breath
We are love
Mixed into every cold drop of life
Our desire is not to be shamed or shape-shifted out of sight
No
It belongs openly to the wanderers of the heart
Troubadours of life and poetry
Illuminated by the passion of
Our
Collective
Song
We move to the rhythm of a trillion dancing raindrops
Skipping through a universe of pain
We are not alone

© Sandy Hibbard, all rights reserved.

“I know it’s a cornball thing, but love is passion. Obsession. Someone you can’t live without. I say fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy, and who’ll love you the same way back. How do you you find ’em? Well, you forget your head and you listen to your heart. I’m not hearing any heart. Because the truth is, honey, there’s no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven’t lived a life at all. But you have to try, because if you haven’t tried, you haven’t lived.“

Isn’t this really what we all want?
XOXOXO

Have you ever just longed for the time you would truly like yourself, be comfortable with you? Have you every woke up refreshed and looked in the mirror and fell in love with the person behind your eyes?  Have you ever made a statement, then jumped back and said “wow, did I say that? pretty awesome!”  Sounds weird, huh? Yet a good healthy love of ones self is the sweetest thing in life and the most empowering resource we can own.  So today, you might be in need of a shot in the arm and for someone to tell you it’s cool to be you –  with all your faults, insecurities, passions, ideas, emotions, talents, and desires….here’s to you!   Keep looking for rainbows, I am.
Love and peace, Sandy

 Passion of Me
I am the enigma of my solace.
Sometimes I feel so alone
yet the throbbing of my thoughts
break through
to reconcile peace
in the struggle between soul and mind
clarity and longing
“I am not magnificent”
yet a wondrous woman I am
my soul pierces through
toward a play of knowing all
there is a veil that ensconces me
tenderly allowing the light to dance
upon my darkness
revealing the ebb of desire
against the flood of owning my own passion
this is real – this is me.

The day started early and ends quietly as the shadows slip into view from the juxtaposition of light cast from the skylights and windows against my body as it moves observingly across the soft brown wooden floor.

It’s raining outside and the quietness envelops me like a lightly woven shawl – comfortable and purposely draped to draw attention AWAY from my imperfections.

The ambient lighting from the strategically placed lamps throughout the rooms lend a feeling of warmth and mystery, romance and beauty.  A subtle illumination that is  always present to add charm and show the way.

My home is a shrine to my womanliness.  Well kept, a plethora of textures, art, books, photos, patterns – all to please my senses and collectively represent who I am and what I love.

My home is an extension of my desires.  Just like the multi-layered bric-a-brac found in this domain I have created, my desires are an eclectic mix of wants, needs, confusion, joys, unresolved pain, passions, unrequited love, misplaced understandings, and of course misunderstood events from my perspective.

Every single desire  can stand on it’s own, tell a compelling story, has a beginning, and has a purpose to drive me toward love.

In this moment, I am more aware of the individual collective of my soul and spirit than ever before.  What better comparison can I make than to my home?

My home is a reflection of my passion.  It reveals the depth of awareness, the eclecticity of my soul, and the longing for another to share it all with.

On my private canvas I can find a new treasure and place it among my favorite finds, I can work it in, make it fit, compliment it by pairing it with something else – because I find in each unique object something that delights me.  But adding in another heart and it’s menagerie of treasured wishes is not so easily accomplished!

Compromise is required as well as energy that is compassionately given in order to  create a loving environment to nurture every nuance of the heart. You must also work the sometimes unflattering elements into the mix, remove the cozy shawl to bravely reveal your imperfections too (that may be what’s needed to compliment!) and not be afraid.  Not be afraid!

To incubate another’s wish takes me on a journey toward acceptance without judgement of my own!  I learn to become cognizant of how and when to share my own private desires.   And then of course, it is finding the right person to compliment, the one who adds the right texture and provides the comfort, the light, the passionate charm.

Is it expecting too much from my collective heart to want the same thing from a partner as I would from my home? Comfort – rest – sustenance – shelter – growth – protection – safety – beauty – love?

When I was 17 I believed you could fall in love and it would last forever.  When I was 27 I believed that love was deep and strong and able to lift you above any obstacle.  When I was 37 I looked for love that would heal me.  When I was 47 I found that love could leave you stranded, broken, that is wasn’t necessarily forever.

Today, love looks like a comfortable sofa, that warms like a lightly woven scarf, that illuminates the way like an ambient lamp, that is practical and easy like a soft brown wooden floor. One heart that blends into another. Love that is a treasure that will stand on it’s own, that has a beginning and that has a purpose. Another heart that when mixed with mine will be a valued friend and partner who will become a treasure in my eclectic palette of home, life, and heart.

XOXOX

Sandy