The bridge of San Luis Rey

The bridge was love. The bridge that connected one side to the other was nothing more than love. The pieces of wood held together by the strength of some ropes swung above the abyss held by love. Love that is all too often overlooked. Love, that is all too often secret and silent. Love that one has not for the heart of another, but for the body and soul, mind and character of any other. Love that seems to have its grip on all aspects of human life, entwined with the thorns, climbing and growing its way to our hearts like a beautiful weed that one cannot kill, not through the lack of will or force, but through the lack of strength and bravery. Humility, holding the hands of bravery cannot be expected to bow before the vanity of our existence. But love flies like a bird released from captivity. Love if allowed will capture and discover every hidden grotto and corner just to bring to the surface something magical and incomprehensible. But love, I dare not. I am like many others, like all others, ridden with vanity and pride, love for no one else, but myself. I seek to better myself through the mirror of friends, family, but the love that I should release stays untouched for if it was let to fly, it would brake its wings and slowly but surely die. It would fall to the hole below together with those who found love and peace in the golden days of Peru, and die instantly from the shock of freedom. This short life is about finding the object of affection. But people, times, habits, desires, ambitions and methods do not change. Nothing in mankind has changed. Since the beginning of time we have yearned for the support and the nurturing, the soothing words and the pampering. There is no greater gift than the gift of love and we fight battles to pass the time with the love trapped in a helium balloon flying sky high escaping the reach of any of us. We fly machines after it into the sky and send people jumping out into the clouds to try to catch, but alas it flies. Every place, every person, every instant is a step closer to understanding that love is or us all. You may burn the one that says so. You may drown the spirit that suggests so. But you will never get rid of the wanting of love creeping into our hearts, mind, body and soul. For we need to belong. We need to walk the bridge of San Luis Rey just so we can find our selves in this lonely world and find the strength, the voice to say: love is all.