All is Fair Tripp Fontane

A Collection of Writings on Love

Part 1: In War

Sticky Note 2: Harmony in Haiku

Love's prerequisite:

Cultivate it from within

Then you receive it

Divinity in Practice

I'm inclined to believe that the most righteous act in all humanity is love. Unconditional. Unsolicited. Undeserving. Love. It is the common thread amongst that which we consider celestial. Tying us to the tail ends of shooting stars. One could only hope to coruscate with such brilliance in the dark or sunshine. Love shine like sun god. You be child of God. You be light. You be warmth. You be recharging. You be life. Blind them with your truth. Reveal to them the way even when they claim to be headed in the right direction. Let your spirit sing holy through its vessel. Be divine. Be love.

Free Write ((10/05/16)

As of late, I've found it increasingly difficult to write from any space outside of love and accountability. Be it of self or others, but mostly the former of the two. I'm sure this is because of changes that I've been trying to make in my day-to-day life. Having found myself lacking in both areas and reliant on the external to fill the void, I realized that I was my problem. In the like, I was, am, and will be my solution. I don't remember exactly where the pursuit started. I just know it was in between lines just like these. I remember carefully scrubbing ink over every empty space until I found them. Love and accountability. Once I found them I was hooked. I studied them. Until I knew them to be a part of myself rather than objects to be attained. I studied until I knew them well enough to teach. And I taught myself some more. I learned that love and accountability are the bases on which all things should hope to build a foundation. With feet planted firmly in both, one could manifest nothing short of greatness. Ascension, so to speak. I know the above to be completely true in my own life as well as the lives of others. I do believe it's this truth that motivates me. It drives me to share my failures and successes along this long road to what I could only hope is righteousness. Regardless... I'm now too deeply rooted in love and accountability to move. And quite frankly, I'm comfortable here.

Heavy Handed

I've always had pretty big hands. They were decent on a basketball court, subpar on the football field, and great with a pen. But one thing these hands of mine always excelled in was holding grudges. They were the only feelings I managed to extricate from the ruins of my many broken relationships. I figured I might as well get some sort of consolation prize for not dying of too many attacks of the heart. They fit so well in my palms. They felt right. Purposeful. Each one was like hot water over frozen finger tips. It was always a shock you knew was coming. Always painful. But, pain was a feeling and that's all I wanted... was to feel. To feel in charge. To feel in control of something other than how many tears I shed before I decided I was over it. I never got over it. Failing entirely to realize that the little piece of torment I chose to hold to would never allow me to move forward. Because contrary to popular belief, grudges could never bind you to the individual, only the pain you birthed with them. Each one its own boulder full of salt and resentment. They were heavy, but I was strong. So I chained myself to another... and another... and another until I could barely move. Frankly, I didn't want to. I was determined to stay in that same spot until my transgressors made their way back to repent. They never did. Instead I stood exhausted and frozen in a lifetime of yesterday. I was unwilling to be move thusly causing an inability to reach the only thing that could set me free. Love.

Forgive. Don't Forget

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