An unnecessary love wanders around the world. A lonely
unnecessary love stands out in the rain and waits for you to call. But right now
you do not need that love. It is big. Huge. Destructive. Little is your world,
and it cannot fit into it. Your world is small and will explode from this love.
A lonely love walks in the rain and expects someone to
adopt it. It is so huge that my little heart will burst from it. There is no
room for it neither in my heart nor in yours. They are small for it.
Do you see what we did? You played with my heart, and I
did not mind your attention. Do you see what we did? We have produced a cosmic
love that is about to destroy us. The energy of the whole universe, gathered in
two small hearts.
But you have no room for this love, nor do I. And there
is not such a huge container in the world that can gather it. I suggest we find
a huge storage and keep it inside. Our enormous love will live in this storage.
When we feel lonely and without love, we will come to take a little bit of it.
Cosmic love is our love. There will be enough for everybody.
And someday, when you feel your heart cold, come and find
me. We will go to our space storage together, we will let our cosmic love go
free and it will revive our cold hearts. Someday, when our small, frightened
and broken hearts are free.
Until then, I will give out from this cosmic love to
everyone I meet. Every day I will go to the storage. No, not because I am
afraid thieves will steal our love. Because every day I need to take bits from our
love.
I will take little bits from our love and I will give
away to everyone. There are so lonely hearts out there. Unlucky, sad, empty,
betrayed, broken hearts. They need love to rise again for life. To them I will
give from our love.
Do you see what we produced with you? Can you feel it? An
enormous cosmic love that is enough to feed the whole world with energy, warmth
and tenderness. Someday she will come back to us. Someday when we will be
together.
There is a woman standing on the corner of this old
street and selling flowers. She herself is like a beautiful flower. But her
heart is sad. Her beloved has gone forever from the human world and in vain she
is waiting for him to come back. She has a desperate need to feel love, to feel
that she is needed and wanted. I take full hands of our cosmic love and pour it
on her. I bless her with our love. And you will not believe it, but she starts
to feel life again. She begins to feel that God loves her. You see, our love is
doing miracles. Someday it will do a miracle for us. Someday.
Later in the crowd I see a little girl. She does not yet
know love, and her heart is pure and whole. Over her, I sprinkle cosmic dust
from our starry love. In order not to know the suffering of love. Someday she
will be happy in love. And this will be a divine exception in the name of our
love. Someday.
Do you see that soldier who leans on the old monument?
And do you see how he steps slowly with his only leg? He has just returned from
war. But his heart keeps a great secret. A terrible secret kills his heart.
Because there on the battlefield, he himself took a human life. A young and
unknown life died because the sad soldier with his only leg was faster in
shooting and his weapon was more precise. He is to whom I give from our love, a
star like love powder that brings mercy and which forgives. He needs to forgive
himself so that his heart is free and can be able to love again. Our love is
his medicine. Our love does not judge. It does not pronounce sentences. It does
not hate. Our love is patient and magical. Our love brings mercy. Some day he will
love again. Someday when he forgives himself. Someday.
A bird hovers over me lonely, enchanted to ever fly
free and not to land until someone falls in love with it. But it is winter out.
Snow is falling from the sky and the lonely bird is already exhausted. She cannot
see around another brave bird who loves freedom in the heavens more than itself
to fall in love with it and to free the bird from the spell. It makes sad
sounds calling its future lover. But all other birds are hiding in warm and dry
places because they are afraid of the storms. The lonely bold bird is doomed to
seek love and not to find. Then I pour on the bird some of our cosmic love. I give
enough amounts to have the strength to fly in the heavens while meets its
future love. Someday it will happen. Someday it will meet another bold bird
like itself and will fall in love. Someday.
In the field below the hill I see Maria Magdalena, who
laments her lost love. She is waiting for her beloved to rise on the cross so
that their hearts can be reunited. She has been waiting for ages, but the
resurrection does not come. I deeply bow
to her for her suffering. I sprinkle on her generously with full hands from our
cosmic love. And her faithful heart is enlivened again. And her meeting with
the resurrection is about to come. Someday it will happen. Someday.
One hundred stars descend from the darkness on me. One
hundred stars illuminate the darkness of the earth. One hundred human souls are
the ones who circle around the earth but cannot find peace. One hundred souls,
whose bodies the young ambitious captain shot without thinking. When he ordered
them to be shot, he saw in them that they were from different nations,
religions, states and gender. He saw the differences, but he could not see what
united him and them - that they were humans, all of them. He gave a quick order
to shoot them because they were not of his nation and religion. One hundred
bodies killed on that same day have turned into hundreds of stars whose energy
flew into outer space. They were shining there untouchable and solemn. They
shone equally in their brilliance, no matter what nation, race, religion, and
gender they were before the death. The death made them equal. They had forgiven
the captain. Now, as an extraordinary cosmic phenomenon, a hundred stars descended
to the planet earth to take with them the captain. I watch them and mentally
bless them with our cosmic love. Because there, in the cold endless space, they
will all together shine like a hundred and one stars. Our love will warm and
inspire them. Our love will make them patient and forgiving. Someday they will
all love each other equally. Someday they will all forgive each other for the
death they have caused to each other. Someday, when the love defeats death.
Someday. Meanwhile, I bow deeply to their suffering.
Here is what our love does. Can you see? Saves the world
from suffering. Makes the world good and patient. Forgives the sins to the
world. Makes people kind and good-hearted. Spoils evil spells and enchants people
with eternal love. So there was a point to meet each other. So there was a point
to love each other. There is no greater meaning than love, the heavens are whispering.
Someday you will need my love. Someday I will need yours.
Let us keep our love alive to this someday.
Someday.
(Elena S. Lyubenova)
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