The mind’s blind spot becomes a source of compassion to its observer: I used to think I was either “in the flow” or “out of the flow”. How sweet the illusion that prompts my heart to choose oneness over and over again!
Nothing lasts forever. No one lives forever.
Keep that in mind... in love.
Our life is not the same old burden.
Our path is not the same long journey.
A flower fades and dies.
We must pause to weave perfection in music.
Keep that in mind... in love.
Love droops towards its sunset.
We drown in the golden shadows.
Love must be called from its plane.
Love must be born again to be free.
Keep that in mind... in love.