My open heart is beating wildly.  The feelings are enormous and pose a constant distraction that threatens to preclude all reason. 
If I’ve ever felt this way, I do not recall it.  I remember very little of my Life and of my Self until now.  If I was born with an open heart, the door was closed and locked a very long time ago, and all the years since have been lived from a prison cell calling itself a castle.
So now that I’m here, in this lovely place with all the windows flung open wide and the scent of orange blossoms in the air, I never ever want to leave it; I’m beginning to relax into my new surroundings and believe the fairy tale was written just for me.  Will anything be able to wrestle this happiness from my heart?  As much as I fear it vanishing like a dream at dawn, there is a certain sense of permanence that neither a thousand lifetimes could transcend, nor any master plan destroy.
What is there to fear, then, but the Fear? 
Nothing, nothing will separate me from Love.  It is not something I would possess, but something that has forever become a part of my soul. 
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken…

— William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116 

One Comment on “Open Up

  1. I love your attitude and your sense of inner peace. After a very humbling day yest you have focused on the blessings you have, the direction u are going, and have come to terms with the trials of the past!!! Its a very good place to be. Great things are coming your way! Great things!

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