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It Would Be Easy To Say
It would be easy to say I love you, words casually left hanging in the air
It would be easy to say that you mean so much to me, having eased a life to hard to bear.
To say that you are everything, my beginning and my end, glides easily from my tongue, like a thank you and how are you today.
And surely true these easy things would be, but they cower in the shadow of the completeness of the love I have for you.
There is a story written by a Brazilian author that talks about a man who has everything, yet finds himself eternally discontent, always looking outside of himself , seeking contentment from afar. His soul is a ragged crevice, hollowed out, longing to be filled.
The man sets out on a journey to the four corners of the world in a quest to fill his soul void, this mirage- like image of contentment, his image of shelter from the storm.
And on this journey he discovers many wondrous things, his wildest dreams come true. And yet he continues to wander, empty and without direction, aimlessly trudging through the wreckage of his mind.
Along the way the man meets a wise sage. And the wise man offers to guide him to the destination that has been his life’s desire.
“Follow me and I will lead you to contentment, and you will see the meaning of life and your role in it.” said the wise man.
And so they travel for many days and nights, the man losing faith in his guide until he sees the familiar outline of his home village illuminated in the brightness of a brilliant sunrise.
Soon the they are standing in front of the house which the man left so many months ago in pursuit of his happiness.
Pointing to the floor that the man had walked over unaware for so many years, the wise man says, “There, beneath the floor, there my friend lies what you have been so hungrily searching for.
Dropping to his knees the man pries back the worn plank of wood from the floor, revealing a treasure so brilliant that it nearly blinded him at the site of it.
And I am the wanderer, you the treasure buried in plain site. The quicksilver mirage of my dreams forever taking form, and as I get closer I can see that it is you, it has always been you.
It would be easy to say I love you.