I scribbled this poem down during a walk into the fells. It’s a reflection on love’s journey. (Soppy can be deep too you know). Life is not about achievement; it’s not something to be conquered or tamed. Life is to be experienced and at the very core of that experience is love. Love is life, Bergson’s élan vital that transforms dead matter into breath and skin and love stories. When you feel true love you are alive to the force – the Bergsonian one (not the Star Wars version).
Journey seeing with our eyes closed, walking one foot in front of another’s love is given to the hands to hold to dissolve into the day into thought into bone there’s no brokenness no shape that no longer fits it is there like the mountains we walk, like the hills we roll down something more real than the day more real than words undone warm like skin and as soft as a moment together, where love begins again opening a new spring.