There is no moment
different from another.
Each moment,
stripped to its bare,
is the same moment.
Each moment is a moment
designed for love.
Nothing more,
nothing less.
We must reach down
and see that love
is the only reason
for our being
and the only reason
for this moment.
When we listen closely,
we know this.
When we feel deeply,
we know this.
It is not complicated.
To love is to forgive
and then to realize
that there was nothing to forgive
anyway.
True love subsumes forgiveness.
True love can only see
the loveliness of another.
True love cannot see a fault.
The force of love is so great
as to subsume
all other rival forces,
desires
or intentions.
This moment,
therefore,
contains everything
because it contains
love.
Love can reach out
and embrace all things,
tangible or intangible,
present or absent,
committed or uncommitted,
desirous or uninterested,
and loving or hateful
in return.
This is the power
of
love.
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Author:
david (
Offline) - Published: July 17th, 2017 23:08
- Comment from author about the poem: Confused, lost, searching, wondering… this was my answer today.
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Beautiful and completely correct
Thank you!
Very well written - the true meaning of love.
Yep, just as DS/KS says above very similar to corinthians. Should u wish to hear that voiced then Joni Mitchell track 'love' on CD entitled 'wild things run fast' puts it beautifully accompanied by the haunting soprano sax of Wayne Shorter. I surely would love thhis played at my funeral.
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