Love is not hidden in a box that lies beneath your bed.
You cannot take it out and look at it
Size it up, turn it over or put it on a pedestal.
Love is not sunken treasure at the bottom of the sea
Left behind by dying pirates
To be found by you at some later date.
Love is not a perfect snowflake
Gently floating down to earth
Where it melts into the soil.
Love is not in the rays of the sun
That scorch the desert
Impartial to all the dying life.
A Recovery Blog
This blog is about my continuing recovery from severe mental illness. I celebrate this recovery by continuing to write, by sharing my music and artwork and by exploring Buddhist ideas and concepts. I claim that the yin/yang symbol is representative of all of us because I have found that even in the midst of acute psychosis there is still sense, method and even a kind of balance. We are more resilient than we think. We can cross beyond the edge of the sane world and return to tell the tale. A deeper kind of balance takes hold when we get honest, when we reach out for help, when we tell our stories.