In this day and age where everything is asap, where we guard our individuality so carefully, behind our identities and screens... Love still smashes right through us, easily, making us beggars and idiots. We are broken-hearted in love. Broken hearted out of love. Longing for another, or longing just to be able to feel our own heart open and alive throughout the day.
A soulmate is more than someone we meet and fall in love with; he or she is the person who shows us where our own love was all along. In their voice, in their touch, we sense their deepest acceptance of us, and this allows us to fall in love with every part of ourselves, even our darkest places. And in doing this, he or she reminds us of our bright, vibrant love which bursts forward for life, for everything. It is our soulmate who brings us face to face with the vastness of love itself, who teaches us how to swim in love's ocean.
...but real love never stops falling, it doesn't want to stop. It wants to tumble and spin like a sycamore seed, dancing around on the warm autumn breeze. Real love actually can't stop - even when a sycamore seed rests on the ground, it does not stop, it changes and gives birth to something unimaginably more beautiful...
Relationship can be a bit like a game of cards. There is the art of sussing out what cards the other person has. Then there is power and bluffing, like poker, trying to make the other person think we've got a great hand. Or maybe it's like bridge, we partner someone, and try to make a strategy together for the future. We have all these cards, and we have these ideas of how to use them to get points, make tricks, to "win". We hold our high cards proudly, so they don't get wasted. Or maybe we sit, holding some junk that we hope will become a royal straight flush. We drop hints about our cards to the others, but we never show them. We get stressed when it looks like we're gonna lose, and gleeful when we get points.