to settle all the way into your story of loving and
to follow it all the way to it’s completion. The seed
of love is the universal impulse calling us to take
up a post of duty to protect some aspect of life which
is absolutely essential to the wellspring of creation.
So if love calls to you, I beg of you to listen and to
follow the single golden thread wherever it leads you."
Love rests on our shoulders and weighs on us, asking us to act it its name. In exchange for accepting this enormous piece of responsibility we die before we die and find ourselves with a little slice of eternity.
The past wisdom of all those who have loved is where we must draw our strength from if we are going to make any real strives in loving. For the most true nature of love is that it expands upon itself and it leaves off where lovers’ leave it.
The Library of past lovers and their deeds is the grandest of all beckoning halls, where everything life giving is inscribed there, and the lovers of the time will come and make their mark, inscribing their names for all of eternity.
~Arkana Rose from the work of "The Pristine Belonging"
