I thought I’d ‘found’ love once, many years ago. And, holding it gently within my arms – I allowed myself to become lost.

At first, it seemed perfection; its presence healing what the years had destroyed. Though, in time it became more cumbersome – striving for balance on what was now ‘broken ground.’

We give up so much chasing the reward; but where a love must yield, it must likewise grow.

“Oh, mirror in the sky – what is love? Can the child within my heart rise above?”

We strive for wholeness, but what is the cost? To continuously mold and whittle away, in the hopes that ‘our love’ may grow.

But, love isn’t something shifted to form. Rather, love is that which encourages the ‘root’.

A little something to consider my friends…

In peace…

Namaste ❤