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 mystery 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 have some meaning.
I am really trying to keep my usual positive and hopeful attitude towards our humanity and mankind in general, but recent events have brought the old anger back in me which is really frustration and anxiety about Politicians and the money mongers of the world about which I can take no real action of any significance. I see hunger and destitude in the masses of this U.S. of A, the richest country on earth, I see the very weak and the elderly, the homeless and the hard working class suffer while the political will of some nuts is runnning amock! God help me to accept what I can change and that over which I have no control, and please God give me the wisdom to know the difference. It is nothing new, just different land, different time in the history of the ignorant man and the greed of the fools!
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