the thrust of love the pain to suffer only the knower grasps the finality of both depth of love to the point of pain only the seer rises above the duality of both
the essence of all the subtle the unseen masked only by the ability to transcend called or heard by the inner ear no sound can be as silent as the heart in full song
lost to all and found in the swelling bosom of the eternal the journey begins with as much time as desire can give forever abundant burgeoning always waiting always knowing
from the grape to the wine
Posted - Jul 24 2016 : 09:29:47 AM
