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True Love
Love... I do no longer want to talk about it like I am reading it from a book of legends. I want to be able to understand and embrace it, relate to it. I want to understand where it is in this world of mind ghettos.
More honestly, I want to understand why I don't belong most of the time, why I don't feel love sometimes, why I feel so alone unless I try to belong to organisations that generations have created no matter whom it kills (generally me), why I'm so defensive about my inheritance and had mostly rather sit on its royalties than encourage access to a common heritage, why I am self-protective. I want the truth about Love, even maybe about God.
I want to forget my prejudices, my sarcasm. I want to comprehend, embrace and be the love that I hear about, the power to use that love and not reflexes of vengeance, hatred and frowning, illusions of control. I long for the sound mind that love creates and nurtures. I do no longer want to hide behind my fears. I want a love that shares no line with hatred. I want a love that cannot be confused with lust. I want a true love.
By Tiki Black
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