The continent where love grows.

From a recent paper journal:


This is the continent where love grows. Love as the shiny leaves on trees, love as the fruits, love as the warm water, we buoyant with love. Salted tears flow into sweet honey upon the faces of love, licked clean by the tongue of love. Life given in love, death taken in the grace of love.

And another:


Attachments unable to leave. Love stronger in the face of need. Need strengthened by the loss of love. Fear of the loss driving the love away. Love may return but first the dust must settle. Find the fragments of that love and piece them together. See the new shape of that love. Discover new ways of living that love. Bring a light upon this new love. Shine the shiny light of Truth and see with clarity what is before us. Let the need and desperation fall away. Breathe the love.