Tuesday, September 09, 2014
When I touch another, or when they touch me,
Our touch transfers love, incandescently;
When I share my love most generously,
I’m not depleted by my subsidy;
When I receive love given tenderly,
I’m changed, a little bit no longer me;
When the sharing of love is sensory,
And my family is serenity;
When I finally become elderly,
I’ll take all the love when I’m history;
It’s a mystery.
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."
Posted by Mick at 12:45 AM