Love Stitches An Ocean

Love Stitches an Ocean
We met once along the lines of short sentences in the aether we exchanged conversations in dreams we thought we were poets but we were just empty chimes echoing the us before us, we existed free verse in the unseen next time 'round when we meet, again, you will remember me you will think déjà vu they say there - in that time and place well, there, there are no guarantees but they say - eventually, if it is to be believed, time stands still we do meet, again we clearly see each in the other, in that strange new time surreal the real you the real me love stitches time back to where we began where we touch, and speak new sentences notes played, again, the keys we should have seen and held closer, to make real our dreams we look through our windows in that new time, we eventually see the deepest ocean that is you and me (LadyLabyrinth/ 2022)
“Oceans”/ Coldplay https://youtu.be/D72bzPbZQrI
"Meet me in Blue Sky Meet me again ... "
LYRICS , “Oceans”, Coldplay https://genius.com/Coldplay-oceans-lyrics ... "Meet me in blue sky Meet me again In the rain [Outro] You've got to find yourself alone in this world You've got to find yourself alone "
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November 6, 2023 at 9:42 AM
Beautiful Modesty
Anaya Avatar
August 12, 2022 at 8:03 PM
"We tend to find love not where we look for it but where we find it." Goethe
Labyrinth Avatar
August 12, 2022 at 9:03 PM
"The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed." Charlotte Bronte
Labyrinth Avatar
August 12, 2022 at 9:03 PM
Treasure Hunt is a phrase that comes to my mind. Then, some might say, needle in a haystack.
Anaya Avatar
August 12, 2022 at 8:00 PM
This ancient aboriginal initiation ritual involves exactly this: a long spiritual hike across the indigenous land. “Walkabout,” a rite of passage in which young (adolescent) Aboriginal Australians undertake a journey that will help “transform” them into adults. the individual is required to live and survive all alone in the wilderness. (A similar journey for us to take on)!
Labyrinth Avatar
August 12, 2022 at 9:04 PM
We all go on that Walk-About, some of us remain in The Dreaming....or looking for it... Xx
Labyrinth Avatar
August 12, 2022 at 5:48 PM
“It's no good trying to get rid of your own aloneness. You've got to stick to it all your life. Only at times, at times, the gap will be filled in. At times. But you have to wait for the times. Accept your own aloneness and stick to it, all your life. And then accept the times when the gap is filled in, when they come. But they've got to come. You can't force them.” D.H. Lawrence
Labyrinth Avatar
August 12, 2022 at 5:49 PM
"One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul." D.H. Lawrence
Young Avatar
August 8, 2022 at 12:15 AM
Says to me we are when we~are. Like your outro "you've got to find yourself alone in the world." And when we dive that deep, as in the ocean personified below, there are "arms open, ready to envelope us" our arms. We drown beautifully. Musing your musings.
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August 9, 2022 at 3:09 AM
Thank you. One can listen to advice, but when all is said and done, we follow our own inner voice. Mistakes will be made, this is an inevitable part of life, without mistakes we do not learn, it's how you pick yourself back up again towards your own victories, if you bring others with you along the way, then there are no failures. I cannot imagine life without music, writing, my creative pursuits. Love comes full circle eventually.
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August 8, 2022 at 3:07 AM
Life, I agree, it is and the f'd-up instructions abound. I have even been a f'd-up instructor. Attempting to put things right, I feel those arms open up to me as I find my way home. There's love and encouragement in the universe. Just need to stay tuned--listen to the music.
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August 8, 2022 at 1:45 AM
Life is an Ocean, is it not? We are in one constant loop, I feel. I'll muse your musings, which speak of drowning. We resurface in the next life, to put things right, or attempt to, otherwise we are 'recycled' again, like being in a washing machine, or dumped in the surf, and pulled back to shore, or dragged out again...we 'alone' can only 'find' ourselves, our own way 'home' ourselves, no matter how many thrust their well-intentioned, or f'd-up instructions upon us, we alone find ourselves ...
Seeker Avatar
August 7, 2022 at 5:01 AM
A singularity yet cognisable by still mind and animated heart in here now duality ~ enjoyed your soft musings LL
Labyrinth Avatar
August 7, 2022 at 5:30 AM
a dreadful business, Love.
Labyrinth Avatar
August 7, 2022 at 4:19 AM
Oceans.
Labyrinth Avatar
August 7, 2022 at 5:27 AM
https://genius.com/Coldplay-oceans-lyrics
Labyrinth Avatar
August 7, 2022 at 3:45 AM
Clocks.
Labyrinth Avatar
August 7, 2022 at 4:20 AM
https://youtu.be/8Xv_Hg8o1fw
Labyrinth Avatar
August 7, 2022 at 3:45 AM
https://genius.com/Coldplay-clocks-lyrics
Labyrinth Avatar
August 7, 2022 at 3:41 AM
Depths.
Labyrinth Avatar
August 7, 2022 at 3:41 AM
"Love like an ocean is mercurial. Subject to changing constancy; underneath the waves, in the deepest bed lies true love, watching us tread water, waiting for us to turn late or early, it does not matter; we dive deeper to find its arms open, ready to envelop us. We go searching for pearls, drowning in it all, treasure like wisdom to be found. Life above the waves, Blue Sky reflects light, deeper than we care to admit. Sun and gold found in the unlikeliest depths, lighting up all dimensions. And we rise. Eventually."
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