where does Love go when it’s heavy of heart and weary of war? when there is nothing left to give….when we refuse to receive….when Love turns into indifference? does it float off into the sphere somewhere and wait patiently for another to pick it up, to give it food and air and gently fan it back to life?
or does it remain as a seed coated in layers of our ego…waiting to be scarified and bought back into existence with the acknowledgment that all Love is Eternal Love. that we learn our greatest lessons and experience our greatest joy from Love and Loving. even when we do it badly….
Sands of Time 
I believe we get as many “agains” as we need from this ever bountiful universe. But wouldn’t it be nice to not need to have another “again”?
“It begs the…question…If so, why not” – if you ever find the answer to this please let me know :-)
I wonder why it is just so hard for some of us – others seem to find and keep love with ease. What is their secret? I wish I knew.
That comforts me today. And at the same time, I don’t want more “agains” *pouts and laughs*
I do know I’ve learned lots from all these “agains”. There’s more to the lesson? I’m tired at this stage of my life. And maybe I shouldn’t be so ungrateful for those lessons that allow me to learn more about Love and Loving. *smile*
I guess I need to just relax into it, huh? It is what it is….
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I think love is always there but we just can’t see it, feel it, find it. They say it can turn to hate but this has never been my experience. Even those who have hurt me still hold a piece of my heart and always will. It is finding the one who can return the love wholeheartedly that is the difficulty… or is it me who can’t give it wholeheartedly in the first place?
Mine either. Even in the midst of divorces that became very nasty and involving much hurt and anger….I’ve never hated them. Or anyone else.
I suspect you are right. It is always there. Waiting for us to embrace it again.
Yes, you touched it…despite my desire to, and being convinced I’m ready for that journey. That I really can this time, what if I can’t? And it begs the next question to which I have no answer. If so, why not? That tiny seed of doubt plays havoc with me. How many “agains” do I get to get it right?
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I certainly agree that the greatest joys and lessons come from Loving. Love is an expression of self and all….at least I think so. I don’t really know what happens to it. I know that desire seems to become a thing inside me that gnaws at me. Love, however, seems to feed itself and grow and expand and Become if I let it.
ahhh….i like…desire gnaws…Love expands and BEcomes *smile*
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