Tag: Love

Decoding the thing called Love

Knock three times on the ceiling if you want me, twice on the pipe if the answer is No.

We communicate, therefore we are.

Language of the heart.

The vibe. Hearts in sync. Le vent la mer le soleil et la pluie.

Heaven and Earth aligned.

Yin and Yan.

Mothers Day and Fathers Day.

Be brave.

Ask her. Some kids in the future are crying out: “ask her”.

Pappa. Maman.

Trial and error. Tried and true.

Fear not that which you needed most.

Love and fear, two sides of the same coin.

Three times if you want me. Twice on the pipe if the answer is No.

Sending the message in the bottle.

Recording it on papyrus and on (I)pad.

Sending the message via SMS.

Sending an e-mail, in mail, snail mail.

But send it.

Encode it.

She is smart enough to decode it.

It’s the male species who are slow in intuition.

Hello, is it me you are looking for.

I just want, to say, I love you.

We live in a society starving for the real thing.

Yet, all we’ve got are substitutes: for sweetheart we got sweet taste (sugar free), for skin and flesh we got silicon fillings.

Our hearts long to be set free. Yet, it cannot be freed until it is joint with others’.

As long as we decide. Then no more hearts on the roam.

They are meant to be in sync, to the same beats.

When the music stops, the joined hearts beat on. To their own rhythms.

He who listens to these beats will find happiness.

Knock three times on the ceiling if you want me. Twice on the pipe, if the answer is No.

Holding hands in Saigon

The old couple holding hands walking down the street.

They looked at me, I at them.

What did they see in me? Younger version of themselves? Old man looks at my life? I am a lot more like you? Should it be the other way around?

What did I see in them? Grey and withered, still attached, like glue?

I thought hand-holding was for lovers, young lovers.

Like Virginia‘s motto “Virginia is for lovers”.

Here in Saigon, old couples still hold hands, walking down the street.

It gives me  hope, the public display of affection part.

It is affirming, affectionate the whole way through.

Leo Buscaglia once extolled the virtue of Love.

We have Dr Love and Dr Death (assisted suicide).

Both sides of the same coin.

Then we got Dr Strange Love, about bombing and mutual destruction.

The ultimate scare!

Humanity courting disaster.

He who has the bomb holds the key to life.

Archeological dig found a grave with two people holding each other in life and in death (earthquake victims?).

What motivated them? That force which we all felt at times, and recognized when seeing it.

In business, we shake hands upon conclusion of a deal.

In love, we hold hands walking down the street.

Any place (Valentine in the park).

Old man looks at my life, I am a lot like you.

I need someone to see me the whole way through.

I held my dad’s hand on his death-bed.

I saw him struggle with those last attempts at life.

One more try, one more beat. One more refrain, then fade out.

Rather try and fail, then never at all.

Old man looks at my life.

My turn to look at younger men. I am a lot like you.