Brave Honey Bee

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We tempt fate.

Knowing then not, a cosmic love, is there sugar in these rain drops?

I find knowing love never easy, yet flows from me like water all the same. It is a practice, a choice, letting it go, allowing it to come right back. A practice loving, que sera, sera.

I found a truth, in the toughest of men you would find cowards when it came to love. I would tell them I loved them as a friend. This threw them for a loop. How could you...

Holding no grudges making no last stands. Others project their fixations, others project their lack of love for themselves on to your reflections. When you love fearlessly, you forsake all other things in a way.

Until you do it you will never understand.

When you love others more than they love themselves, danger may come.

It is an act of solitude. It is confused by many for a tale in the reflections of Narcissus caught by a pool of water. Many that love themselves, at the cost of others will think they know you. Confusing their grift as who you are.

Love isn't for them alone, or me, it is for the world. Love's royal we.

My pain is for the masses. It is from the lack of empathy, the lack of integrity.
It doesn't come from within, no self hate, no soullessness, I don't mean a narcissistic bait.

When I began this journey of love, I said the only way it would be successful was if I knew myself deeply. In truth I knew many could confuse what I meant by success with what they would deem it to be for themselves.

They thought I was a white knight racing to save my woman, dashing to save 1 from the malign.

They thought it meant my fight was for the focus of my affection. Indeed it was in a way, but not for her hand in this life. My fight was for her soul, to show her who I was. To allow her to know there is another in her fight, a timeless love.

There was no saving her for me. As being so loved she didn't need saving like that. I recognized she was in a trap, I found myself there too.

We had fought the same battle to keep our souls.

Haunted by ghosts of similar quality, although our paths not similar in many ways.

I knew at the very point of the start if I could set her free from her ghosts, this would in turn allow me to understand how I could do the same. What I didn't realize is she was a real 1. I was lucky, she saw her way to help me do the same.

The past haunted us, our souls. Hers borrowed, mine blue, her poetry couldn't have been more true.

Yet would this mean we could be, or would be, in fact only the fates would ever know. It is always timing, courage, feeling, a practice of love, and letting go. True love is freedom, a cosmic connection. It is transcendent of both time, and space.

Forever, Ever, and Evermore,
Aaron Baker

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