Heavenly LongevityWhen I touch another, or when they touch me,
Our touch transfers love, incandescently;
It’s energy.
When I share my love most generously,
I’m not depleted by my subsidy;
It’s synergy.
When I receive love given tenderly,
I’m changed, a little bit no longer me;
It’s destiny.
When the sharing of love is sensory,
And my family is serenity;
It’s reverie.
When I finally become elderly,
I’ll take all the love when I’m history;
For eternity.
It’s a mystery.
Mick McKellar
September 2014
My day began amidst the backwash of a dream deluge. My dreams seemed to say: "When we give love, our supply is not reduced, and when we receive love, we grow -- with even greater capacity to share our love."
Mick
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