Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Time for a poem
Love: An Exercise in Concrete and Abstract Nouns
Love is the rose that blossoms,
Bright red, pink, white petals
Reflecting the burning passion
Of the sun.
But love is not just the rose itself.
It is the Earth that the rose is
Firmly planted in,
That provides life to the heart of the rose,
And the air that is the invisible backdrop
Behind the process
Of everything that takes place.
Love sits quietly in the depths of the soul of creation
It flows through me when my mind tunes in
And fuses with my heart.
Manifesting as a glowing light filling
The void of timlessness with a
Clarity and peacefulness
That lies at the base of everything
I do not know.
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