“Thus, the Ongoingness of Love is unto forever,which has no count, no time, no measure,for forever is in a moment, yet the moment is infinity.Love in freedom and you will love yourself. Love sets you free,So, true love also sets your lover free…” 

~ Ramtha

I have forgotten my promises.

I said to him, when we first met:

“I pray now that whatever happens, I love him and cherish him and the fact that I had this moment in time. That he could give me such a gift by being alive right here and right now. I am grateful to God in His wisdom for allowing this union to take place, for however long he stays.”

“Living with an open heart, willing to feel both love and suffering, you become flexible and resilient, like a supple tree, able to bend in high winds and storms, surviving intact, where the stiff and brittle break. Don’t worry for me, my love. I couldn’t live any other way.”

“To fall without a net. To leap where I see no ground. To do the right thing without a promise of return. This is the type of faith I have wanted to establish…”

“…if only for a moment”.

I had quoted lofty prose to which I aspired for our love,

“Let me not, to the marriage of true minds admit impediments.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds,
or bends with the remover to remove.
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
that looks upon tempests and is never shaken.
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me prov’d, I never writ,
nor man ever lov’d.”

~ Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

I wanted him to know he was loved unconditionally. No matter what he did.

I wanted my love to be given freely, without a requirement of him.

He was free and I had set him so.

He was learning that he had a choice.

You see, when True Love arrives, it cares not for mistakes we have made.

And we are not bound by vows on earth that lo longer serve.

If we heed its call and let ourSelves free to it’s magic, miracles are made.

Stars fall from skies formerly locked in an ugly orbit.

I knew I had to give him this gift, freely, no strings and no demands.

I was to love him. Period.

I knew, my life would be most beautiful if I learned to love freely.

And he came to me.

I grasped his hand and for sixteen years we danced together across the earth.

We lept. Buoyed on air and exulted together into a dream of our own choosing.

Our divine enchantment made us into the envy of our former selves.

We set each other free and gaped at the beauty we saw in the eyes of another.

The Golden Age became our time.

Within it we made wonders, previously blinded from sight.

Desires became our playthings to create,

drawing to us everything we adored.

Living in each other’s orbit, this world was our slave.

Did David have to pay the price of Icarus?

Did he have to leave, for some deal he had struck from beyond?

As the cancer advanced, I knew it was fordeigned by agreement,

some trade he had made with Time.

Now I can’t bear for him not to be here.

Can I remember my promises to Love?

I wanted it, no matter the Time.

Do I remember what happened in one of my favorite books?

Maria experienced her love story over only four days, but it changed her forever…

“Then they were together so that as the hand on the watch moved, unseen now, they knew that nothing could ever happen to the one that did not happen to the other, that no other thing could happen more than this; that this was all and always; this was what had been and now and whatever was to come. This, that they were not to have, they were having.”

~ Ernest Hemingway (For Whom the Bell Tolls)

Time is an anchor to this realm.

Chronos is a God for men of blind faith,

binding us to temporary rules of physics that may prove unreal when we

are finally able to see more clearly our ties to eternity.

I did not look at the man but the God within him,

and he came to me in all his glory…

What a Fairy Tale is life.

It has an eternally happy ending,

beyond what I could ever hope to understand with my mind,

here in our realm of Time.