Love
Love is without form; an indefinable manifestation of the exquisite compassion of the heart; an inner essence of unique and remarkable capabilities that circulates through our body--through that thin thread of red running through our veins.
Love is as delightful as the Lady Moon who sits in the sapphire sky; love is as delicate as the silvery wings of a dragonfly.
Love: that which you and I chase like the wheel of time around the globe is like a butterfly whose fluttering wings are said to affect the winds.
Love is a mighty fire that roars through our lives.
Love beckons us, teases, haunts, and taunts us.
Love is a beacon in the dark night of the soul. Love was never born, never dies; cannot burn, cannot be quenched.
Love, like time, is always in constant motion always moving forward.
Love goes on forever transforming into different kinds of love; the love of friends, neighbors, and other relatives, but love: never diminishes.
Love is the atmosphere blowing across the earth: love is ever and ever, yet love is strong, gentle, liberating, nurturing; supportive; fruitful.
Love opens eyes, transforms
multiplies, and blesses.
Sharing Sacred Ground Collection ©
June 2011- Rachel Wolff
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