Love makes the world go around,
And in some extreme cases
Love stops the world from spinning
Love makes sense
And yet it creates more confusion than one thought possible
It blinds and simultaneously opens us
What Love?
Why Love?
How Love?
Why question at all?
When answers are not forth coming
The only answer is Love
An old hymn talks about Divine Love
That if the skies were 'of parchment made'
And every man or woman a 'scribe by trade'
And if the sea was ink
And every blade of grass a quill
It still would not be enough to write about how deep, how wide, how tall
The Love of God is
I've heard that Pure Love is the highest form of energy
The highest level at which one can exist
In which there is
No Fear
No anger
No greed
No hurt
No pain
No attachment to anything or anyone
How beautiful to know this Love
How much more beautiful to live in this realm of purity
Where we do not walk but float
Where tears flow not out of sadness but joy
Where eyes sparkle in wonder
At seeing inexpressible, inexhaustible, incomprehensible Beauty
So much Love all around us
And all we need to do is open our eyes
Our hearts
Our very Souls
To feel it first
And then share
Not just 'like' or 'comment'
But truly 'Share'
So that there would be no time or energy to feel anything other than
Love
