Prosperity

Prosperity

(A rant on LOVE)

We (I) human(s)are just weird.

We take this thing,

we calle

LOVE.

And make in to a thing.

Trauma bonding,

ancestral patterns,

obsession,

addiction,

and a canopy

of various

ailments.

And we call this Love?

It is not easym

to LOVE a human being;

really love them.

With all their faults,

and “mistakes”,

and humanness,

It is much easier,

with a dog,

or a bird,

or a tree.

All that is nice,

but it us not ,

nor can it be,

the visceral,

energetic,

emotional,

sensual,

whole.

That pours through our very being,

and melts down,

all our perceived ideas,

of what LIFe should be.

Only once we bow,

gently,

and gracefully,

to the commands of LOVE.

Which is nothing else,

but the silent voice

our own true SELF.

That wants nothing else,

but to'be ,

acknowledged,

expressed,

and experienced.

In this body,

from this NOW to that NOW,

Moment.

Can we (I) begin to feel,

and stop rambling,

on this gentle thing,

we call

L O V E?

Mays she enter our lives,

and may we open the door,

and may we ALLOW,

so we are not left,

by our own accord.

Whimpering

on the floor.

It takes guts,

and gusto

to feel LOVE.

and feel loved,

and more than anything.

Let us make space,

for LOVE,

to grow,

flower,

and

prosper.

By simply smiling

without a reason

more often

than we think

we

should.

More Shouds

less shoulds

That would be

a good

start.