love will not be polite. it does not wait for opportune moments to approach you. it knows not your life plans or schedule or current or future intentions. it will not wait for you to be ready. there is, in this way, no time for it. If you wait for it, then, it will not come. as love — for a person, a profession, a practice, a city — comes to you. it crosses your path and is only yours to accept. it is up to you to open your hands and heart.
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Even if I don’t see it again—nor ever feel it
I know it is—and that if once it hailed me
it ever does—
And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction
not as towards a place, but it was a tilting
as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where
it isn’t—I was blinded like that—and swam
in what shone at me
only able to endure it by being no one and so
specifically myself I thought I’d die
from being loved like that.
"The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; ‘tis dearness only that gives everything its value."
— Thomas Paine