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Hooking A Heart


Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. ~Oscar Wilde

I would never want to hook someone’s heart, to capture someone’s heart.  Hooking carries as baggage the images of fish being pulled to the boat while thrashing vainly in an attempt to free a pierced, bloody mouth and escape it’s captor, it’s tormentor. Capture implies bondage something held prisoner, something conquered. The conquered longs to be free, dreams of being freed, desires a return of freedom stolen. Love cannot be forced, does not exist in bondage. Love only exists in freedom

For true love to exist, for a heart to flourish there must be no compulsion, no external force requiring compulsion. For true love to exist, a heart needs to have the freedom of the open sky, the freedom to perch, the freedom to chose flight or perch.

For true love to exist, a heart cannot be captured, a heart must not be hooked. For true love to exist, a heart must, by choice be given away, given away without fear.  For true love to exist, conscious choice must be made each and every day to give their heart to the beloved. The beloved cannot hold tightly to the heart for that would be to restrict the heart, to capture the heart, to hook the heart. The beloved must allow the heart to perch on the soul, to nest within the beloved’s heart, to perch with a view of the open sky, to nest with the knowledge that it is free to love, free to not love for one cannot find true love by hooking a heart.

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