Ask for Love
In its truest, purest form.
Ask for it.
But be prepared for the soul-shaking storms that come.
Love never promised to constantly satisfy
To meet your every need
To attend to your every desire
Because if that is what you seek,
Love is not what you are looking for.
Love is not what you are looking for
When the storms come
When the thunder quakes your life
And the lightning dismantles your heart;
You will cry to the Creator
The Giver of your request
And question Love’s sincerity
Because you did not ask for pain,
You did not ask for agony,
You did not ask for a storm to destroy the very fabric of your being.
What fools we are, asking for what we do not know.
Naive in believing the tales of eternal sunshine
Because the pain is a part of love, the misery, the endurance.
Love is long suffering,
Didn’t anyone ever tell you that?
Love is beautiful, yet annihilating.
It will kill your ego, your prior illusory self-concept
Until you are no longer you
So the next time you wail in dismay
At the sorrows that come as God rips a rib from your chest.
Do not lament
You cannot experience metamorphic change without pain.
If love is what you are after
Love in its truest, purest form
Brace yourself before you ask
It is more than worth it.