With love as with all things there are two polarities. Balance is measured in quanta not so familiar with reason's terms. Painted trails in shades of light and dark wrapped in mysterious premonitions and glimpses of magic or awakenings. The bitter is sweet and the sweet is bitter when images leave a trace on the sands by the flowing essence of the river near the trees. All the stories told are retold and poems rewritten in languages unknown to even the mystics. The heart wants what the heart wants independent of the "facts", similarities, or differences. Suddenly the smells become connected to memories pinned to emotions as sweet as Lilies and as bitter as poioneous mushrooms. The mysery that is the force of LOVE follows no set rules nor does it offer any explanations. All this I write yet if I had but lived another life or two, perhaps they would some meaning.
LEGACY OF A JOURNEY
LOOK WHO IS? Salaam(peace children); What does the sparrow say to Spring in the air? when will my children see unity in face of all separateness? When the time is right, only then will the true seeker see, even with the same eyes which hitherto were unable to do so. Ripen apples fall freely from the tree no reason to hold on to the old life once I was an unripen fruit once I had visions of grandeur and magnificence! Ahhh....how fools rush in where wise men will not enter. Be ever so like the river flowing, not clinging free from the form free from the pain forms contain always seeking the WAY HOME! From morning until night fall that is all THAT IS ALL ONLY GOD ALWAYS GOD ALL GOD ALONE GOD ONLY
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