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real love

April 24, 2013

Love is an event unpredictable,

no one knows when it will come…

a shelter and a storm,

a surprise of contradiction,

hunger and satiety,

plunged together at random cycling the inside to the out,

a soft place against the hard,

a warm place against the cold,

taking us in,

often against our will,

…strange we would fight this Great Love…

holding us from the unreality of pain and lifting hearts to float,

lightly like the sheen of opalescent bubbles,

transcending the fog of a false creation…

into a new illumination of freedom…

birth from nightmare to dreamlike reality…


From → poetry

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