Saturday, January 28, 2012

Testament


In the eyes of the law, I own so very little that my will, if it were written, could fit on the blank side of a business card and still leave room for a drawing. In truth, I own nothing, nothing at all. What “belongs” to me is only temporarily in my care. Love, like a fledgling poised for freedom in my hands, is all I have, and all I really have to give.


11 comments:

Wine and Words said...

Amen. With nothing we came, but born of love. With nothing we slip through the arms of love, back.

William Michaelian said...

Yes. Thank you, Annie.

Alberto Oliver said...

In the eyes of what is mundane, we can be little and insignificant, unsuccessful and poor, as anonymous as the sound of a branch in a lonely forest. But when it comes to that what matters, that is, all those ethereal things which conform our existence, beyond the limited concepts and notions of our senses, the size of the spirit can be that big that it stretches from one edge of the universe to the other and even beyond the very limits of our counted days on Earth. As Willibald Pirckheimer said about his friend A. Dürer when this had passed away and that still can be read in the tomb of the great artist: "what was mortal on Albrecht Dürer, lies undernath this tomb"

rahina q.h. said...

to not define yourself by what you own, that is freedom...
beautifully written, William

William Michaelian said...

Alberto and Rahina, thank you both for your beautiful comments. You’re always a source of joy.

Geckostone said...

Yes! Because maybe love is not what we have, but rather, what we ARE!!!!

William Michaelian said...

Or, to quote our good friend Stephen Monroe,

“Love isn’t what anyone thinks it is.
It isn’t what anyone wants it to be.
It isn’t anything at all.
It’s everything.
Nothing can exist outside it.
Nothing can survive without it.
And pity the fool who denies it.”

Thank you, Deb.

Two Tigers said...

William, I think that the drawing you would have room to leave on the back of that blank card would be a bequest beyond measure.

William Michaelian said...

(and here imagine my silent smile)

Denise Scaramai said...

William
what we really have is what we are
and indeed is so immense,
that becomes immeasurable ...

I echo the words of Alberto

William Michaelian said...

Beautiful. Thank you, Denise.