Poetry Blogs (agape)
He loves her but,
she loves him,
but he loves the mirror
like his lost love loves selfies.
Adoration, pointing every direction,
like weather vanes in a hurricane.
Each unware their
is bound to end.
Love lessons often repeat
until we understand that
real love begins within,
then overflows to others,
making the circle of love
Tuesday 26th March 2019 3:39 am
Every time I think I have become enlightened and can handle anything, a new challenge shows up to test me. Whether it's toxicity in my body, family illness or death, rejection of a lover, friend, stranger, job, point of view, whatever... ego is the first to show up on the scene, like a paramedic giving CPR to revive my pride. Pride dies, only to come back a little weaker next round, like a cat wit...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 9:45 pm
What are the chances
of two lost souls
colliding twice in life?
The dance is sweeter,
with ego out of the way.
All that remains is love
purified by the same rock-bottom
pressure that turns grains of sand into
pearls, coal into diamonds.
Not lustful love, agape.
Godly, unconditional love for humanity.
Thursday 14th February 2019 3:37 pm