Tuesday, May 5, 2020
memory box
Love
does not want
to be housed in
a memory box –
It loves its infinite
freedom
like fresh rain
gushing forth
from the sacred breast
of eternity –
its majesty to
spread healing and
its intelligence
to turn suffering into
a vast field
of roses.
since its very nature
is to give itself
freely, it also
does not want
to be owned by
anyone or anything –
wherever it finds
itself, it is sovereign,
for no force can
divide its omnipresence.
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