Ideas of idealism circulate and navigate through all known passages of experience. Not lost for a moment in time nor space. Keenly I focus on that which I desire: a desire that I willingly cling to. With a full heart, I realize that ideas and ideal situations are not just limited to the mind's compass.
In exploration of ideas, one can readily find that which started as an idea or ideal (in suitable form) and manifested itself when its point in time had come for it to manifest. Perhaps if we look to the stars we may note there is a time for all things. It is possible that certain situations do not present themselves as ideal for the moment, but the idea remains and the reality of the manifestation is plausible when the situational constructs offer a different and workable variable.
To the reader this may not seem poetic nor romantic. However, it is what it is. My heart is my own to feel as it does. This expression is but that: an expression of that which I hold back in words, but not in deeds. ~ Maggie
How do I love thee...
Although I use the words of another, I do so by choice as the poem is a favorite of mine and it goes out to someone I love (in a romantic way). To write what I dream in that regard cannot be performed at this time for the words escape me as the visions are simply visions (dreams). However, with vision comes life and possibilities (the manifestation).
As with all things I look toward the positive aspects of the situation(s) as there is a bright side to all things. Yes. Even those things that which we feel are hopeless. There is hope and there is always knowledge gained even if not loved in return. Hell, love is not about hoping for a return of love. Love is the act of loving. It is by this act which makes love so selfless and thus not selfish. ~ Maggie
HOW DO I LOVE THEE?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
-- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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