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.
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