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the post:

I won't ever understand why those with the biggest hearts always end up being treated like sh*t.

and the comment:

Pardon the philosophising, but I think the people with the biggest hearts are more sensitive to ill treatment, not necessarily more prone to being treated negatively. It hurts but it is also a gentle reminder to be cautious about one’s own wellbeing and not just others. This sensitivity is also only possible because of the strength of those with the biggest hearts to know when to look out for others and how everything they do can have a positive or negative effect on others. Even if it means feeling hurt a few more times than others, you can be reasonably sure that you’ve also lifted people up from darkness more than those with not quite so big hearts as yours. Chin up lovely.

I was neither the poster or the commenter, but I can relate to the poster and want to give the commenter the biggest high five and/or hug. I hope you feel the same.

leave you

leave you.

I never understood the saying “love you and leave you” until I gathered the courage to finally expunge you from the realm that existed only in my head… the only remnant of you that prevailed beyond time and space and reason and rhyme.

In reality, you haven’t been in my life for much longer than you were ever in it, but the heart has different plans, and different levels of attachment. The strings that fasten my heart to your fictitious memory were just as tangled as my memory of you was warped.

Unlike the commonly applied stigma of a ‘first love’, I did love you unconditionally, and without prejudice. And although I would un-do everything that I had with you for the sake of my own state of mind, that isn’t an option, neither is my continued love for you. The choice I do have is to leave you, to disentangle myself from your memory, to detach my association to your entity and destroy the fabricated image that has haunted my subconscious since the day you walked away.

You already know you were loved, now consider yourself left.


[24/01/12]

Heart (e)scape

With the natural progression of time,

we went our separate ways,

even if that meant you pushed me left,

then ran to the right,

leaving no trail to follow, 

After much hesitation I had no choice,

I continued on the path you set,

but my heart left a lingering path,

needing only a sign to sling-back,

double over, return like a boomerang.

For too long my heart waited,

but like bait never bitten, 

it lost its scent,

it lost its strength,

the trail faded away.

My heart is mine again,

it no longer lays at an angle,

waiting for its escape,

it settled back into its cavity,

allowing the blood to flow,

beating returns to regularity,

freeing me from any entanglements.

Artist: S. Rouhani

Heart cleanser.

"He must so cleanse his heart that no remnant of either love or hate may linger therein, lest that love blindly incline him to error, or that hate repel him away from the truth.."

Gleanings from the Writings of Baha'u'llah, CXXV