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# Someone please tell me,  that ..The true Art of Love  is more than the self-centered,  'incestuous'   form of  love,  shown within what the Modern world refers to as "Romantic love".. aw **** please tell me it is more     Romantic love says this-- *"You are 'of value' to me because I love you" "You are 'of value' to me because you are in my life" "You are 'of value' to me because you are  mine"* And after the 'bliss-filled'  romantic love      ***** the bed.. the only value that remains is through the residual, soon to be diluted and washed out by displacement-- ..Either that of a new self-centered based  'filling' or that of the re-placement of "value-image"   with that, brought about through the all-too-ready   and internally-available Gaslighting process So please, please explain it to me just how  wonderfully "romantic' love can truly ever aid in the healing process..      someone.. please.      .      .      .      .      .      .      .     *Alone  she sits in her room,  waiting. The atoms  of the air,   carry  both sides  of the story--   The coldness  and the warmth   the closeness, and the distance   ..the empty-black   followed by the Sky-filled Blue   Someone please tell me,  just who   helped this little-one  to see      that the way  out..      is the way,  through? Protected to the point  of nearly dying     Insulation is isolation to the bone      (she is crying, crying,  crying) On a Prayer mat,  facing East; a grounded soul  is flying     (but flying  so very all alone) There is a Chaste,  and a Purity   Borne separated from the Un-doings  of man..     Void of all walls,      there is a susceptibility Yet also  a wide-Opening     to the pressings  of the Ache There has been a waiting to the point of near Death A look in Patient eyes     (One that separates me          from my breath)* ***Not all are so protected from the Fallen  love of man*** *..Not all  have almost died so all alone  in their room;*    protected *From that empty kind  of love leading to an empty, empty  Death* #
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Aug 30, 2023
Aug 30, 2023 at 1:08 PM UTC
For Everyman..
# Someone please tell me,  that ..The true Art of Love  is more than the self-centered,  'incestuous'   form of  love,  shown within what the Modern world refers to as "Romantic love".. aw **** please tell me it is more     Romantic love says this-- *"You are 'of value' to me because I love you" "You are 'of value' to me because you are in my life" "You are 'of value' to me because you are  mine"* And after the 'bliss-filled'  romantic love      ***** the bed.. the only value that remains is through the residual, soon to be diluted and washed out by displacement-- ..Either that of a new self-centered based  'filling' or that of the re-placement of "value-image"   with that, brought about through the all-too-ready   and internally-available Gaslighting process So please, please explain it to me just how  wonderfully "romantic' love can truly ever aid in the healing process..      someone.. please.      .      .      .      .      .      .      .     *Alone  she sits in her room,  waiting. The atoms  of the air,   carry  both sides  of the story--   The coldness  and the warmth   the closeness, and the distance   ..the empty-black   followed by the Sky-filled Blue   Someone please tell me,  just who   helped this little-one  to see      that the way  out..      is the way,  through? Protected to the point  of nearly dying     Insulation is isolation to the bone      (she is crying, crying,  crying) On a Prayer mat,  facing East; a grounded soul  is flying     (but flying  so very all alone) There is a Chaste,  and a Purity   Borne separated from the Un-doings  of man..     Void of all walls,      there is a susceptibility Yet also  a wide-Opening     to the pressings  of the Ache There has been a waiting to the point of near Death A look in Patient eyes     (One that separates me          from my breath)* ***Not all are so protected from the Fallen  love of man*** *..Not all  have almost died so all alone  in their room;*    protected *From that empty kind  of love leading to an empty, empty  Death* #
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