When things get a little tough I turn to Sylvia Plath.
Love Letter is one of my favourites.
It speaks to me of the awakenings and intoxication that come with love, and also of what Rumi described as the “howling hurt.” A heady mix of the real with the ideal. A genius poem in the way it speaks of balance and unbalance.
For Thich Nhat Hanh love means understanding suffering. Suffering, here, equates to dissatisfaction whether physical, emotional or spiritual. To understand, ourselves or others, all we need to do is listen. Perception, feelings, body – whatever is calling us, we need to listen.