
The language of love
is not complex
what gets in the way of it
IS
the measuring
the keeping score and expectations
the fears and frets
looking for it
searching and searching and searching for it
the lies
that the smallness of ourselves tells us
The heart doesn't know itself very well
even so
We must keep giving love
stretching it until it hurts
broadening the opening
as a flower with it's face toward the rain
So when the Beloved
sees fit to receprocate
we can catch every drop


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everything else flows from it to the river
to the ocean to the whole of our planet
to the whole of our universe and so on forever and ever
I just bought a passion plant vine for my patio
such a beautiful flower
it pleases me to see it illustrating
this delightful poem
rated with love
Life remains a blessing even though we cannot bless~ and therefore we must keep loving (only it is hard sometimes to go on :) ) All the best to you.
Bleu: Thanks!
Rolling : Thank for a new dimension on the Passion Flower, I'll have to look you up to see where you are from!
Sparkling: I don't think we've met before. Thanks for your insightful words!
Wendyo: Good to see you again thanks for your insights too.
I remember the first time I heard Pie Jesu. A young choirboy sang it and lifted all hearts to the sun.
Sometimes I wonder if love may best be found when we can allow the child within us to believe and trust and allow our openness.
Oh, that's very good!