dwayne.yawned

 “Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” “The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” “I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come ’round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you’ve just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper “more” “I said to the night, “If you are in love with the moon, it is because you never stay for long.” The night turned to me and said, “It is not my fault.

It’s rarely ever a You Problem, or a Me Problem.  All problems are US problems as it takes 2 hands to clap, and 2 parties (or 3) to resolve.  We need to all take ownership in it and be there to account for ourself and each other’s actions towards growth and community. Interaction, Intimacy and Initiative are KEY towards solving the challenges of love.  #strive

(11) Seafaring a short story by nicholaiv Atop an islet, a jagged tip of a submerged cluster of volcanic profusions thrust from the ocean floor, sits a man. Lines of salt have already begun to form on his dried and bare shoulders, which have darkened and reddened in the beleauguering light of a clear mid-afternoon. He looks onwards where enormous tankards and cargo ships with names of countries are minitiaturized and misted and grayed by distance, and the black unevenness of the horizon signaling land sits tauntingly beyond the still vessels. In adrenaline's calming afterglow, the whip of the waves and the warmth of the sun, which hangs in the sky like an angry eye, and the hallmarks of gray industry and man in the distance, hum with power.  This little rock he's currently perched on seems a fated coincidence that saved his life in his 6 hour long international swim; as his strength was failing, it appeared; and for a moment he feels his journey is as monumental as the shifting