A journey to Love...

Love is an endless
magical game,
a game of playful hope.
And yet, could it be true ?
That, as in Kavafi’s Ithaki
it is the actual journey to love
that matters all the very most?
Could it be that the journey itself
imports so much more
than the very final destination ?
than the truly ultimate quest ?

Yes, the journey starts with flirting,
exploring each other’s feelings,
testing the unknown waters,
and delving into each other’s hearts.
Your journey has just begun…
Yes, then comes
the greatest of pleasures in your journey.
Yes! Finding out that your partner
worships you in precisely the same way.
The satisfaction is inebriating,
your heart is full of infinite joy.
Your journey is now well on its way…
Hope is the word
that overwhelms you most.
And it is hope that promises
that there’s a lot more to come…
Love will bring you adoration,
it will bring you worship
love will bring you devotion,
it will bring you exaltation…
Yet, you will also feel the trust,
you will experience the support,
the admiration, the gentle caring hand.
Somewhere along your journey
Eros has now struck you with his magic arrow.
And you hope for even more…
your heart is pounding,
your soul is in heaven.
Your journey is definitely well on its way…
And there is hope, there is more hope perpetually in your journey… It is the flirting and the courtship,
and it is the hope for ever and ever more love to come that is your magical journey to Ithaki.

The journey to the Ithaki of love endlessly goes on
and it is this journey, your journey, that matters the very most…

— dsaranti, Apr 28, 2008

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MeanderS

18 years 1 month ago

‘and it hope that

'and it hope that promises there's lot more to come'...an inspring line friend. deeper thoughts again. yeah! enjoyed this. lovely. it's indeed the journey that matters the most-very true. al the v. best MeanderS

dsaranti

18 years 1 month ago

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My dear friend, I send you the Ithaki poem by Kavafi... Enjoy ITHAKI When you set out on your journey to Ithaca, pray that the road is long, full of adventure, full of knowledge. The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops, the angry Poseidon - do not fear them: You will never find such as these on your path, if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine emotion touches your spirit and your body. The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops, the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter, if you do not carry them within your soul, if your soul does not set them up before you. Pray that the road is long. That the summer mornings are many, when, with such pleasure, with such joy you will enter ports seen for the first time; stop at Phoenician markets, and purchase fine merchandise, mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony, and sensual perfumes of all kinds, as many sensual perfumes as you can; visit many Egyptian cities, to learn and learn from scholars. Always keep Ithaca in your mind. To arrive there is your ultimate goal. But do not hurry the voyage at all. It is better to let it last for many years; and to anchor at the island when you are old, rich with all you have gained on the way, not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches. Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage. Without her you would have never set out on the road. She has nothing more to give you. And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you. Wise as you have become, with so much experience, you must already have understood what Ithacas mean. Your friend Dimitri

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