Monday, October 25, 2010

Sometimes Love Comes Around

but we don't see it for what it is

because we think they are all they same.

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  1. Through blinded eyes we finally see the truth that was always so plainly in sight. The frightfullness of being has groped us continually from birth. Reluctantly, we relinquish ourselves to its fitful grasp, moaning with the pleasure of life itself. It envelops us. We lick our lips, savoring its delicate taste. I seek the wet warmth that welcomes Me. It swallows Me and whispers that I belong. The hair on My back stands erect with alert anticipation.