A Heart of Gold by kalanga rose

I was a star, lone and headed for the end.. spinning through galaxies wide, bright, to my nebulous destruction. You were the black-hole I turned into, dark deep and mysterious beyond understanding.. our collision was perfect. Because you never existed. In our enmity of attraction, we are one. You were me.

I FELT. SO I SAT DOWN AND WROTE.

A sacred vulnerability; a taste of love

Once we find love, everything changes. Before I did so regularly pray "Do me the things of death, that I may die." Now, I don't want it anymore. In fact, the very thought scares me! Now I only beg for the maintenance of my sorry life, that I may continue loving, and be loved, and love more. Since all else seems unimportant outside the love I have for him, so if I were to die, what great loss there would be to my love. The only comfort is the superexistence of love outside all emotions and matter. But I still do pray, May I live that I may love.

That love didn't call back. So I gathered my things.❤

When love doesn't call you back in the morning. Toss out that can of questions and start again tomorrow somewhere different.

the beauty of it all is not a matter of chance.

The beauty I now know. That two hearts can meet and breathe in one breath, dance in one step, see all in one blink, as if it is all they have been doing all their lives. Separate but together. Linked with a crystal thread forming bonds we can't say they only began to exist just now. No, they were there before. They existed separately for each other, for that future moment when the master piece of the puzzle falls into place. That's the beauty I have found with him. And That overwhelming truth is beyond me..! in many ways. the beauty of it all is not a matter of chance. It was predestined. It was meant to be.

when the Kalanga Rose bloomed, time moved slowly for the last peolwanes to catch flight, and dance for the rain! the heart, burnt through the fires of a blazing life, always proves to be made of gold.
The very same vulnerability we fear when we love, is that which we so cherish. We value it because of the one truth we establish from its existence : that although the world is mean and uncharitable, and society is a unsociable battle field of humanity, that although we have been battered and beaten down, we do still love.
I love still.
Created By
Pamela Molebatsi
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OdPhuthego Photography

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