Love is a gift.
It may come in fleeting moments.
It is a seed that comes through our senses,
nurtured by the thumping of the heart.
nurtured by the thumping of the heart.
It gnaws the soul for nourishment,
and bears fruit in our spirit.
Such other trivial passions
would just wither in time.
would just wither in time.
But when you find love,
savor it.
savor it.
Opening up one's self to the universe
with it milieu of probabilities is liberating.
There may be a hundred and one offerings.
But we have to choose which one.
To be, or not to be.
To hold on, or to let go.
Holding on meant getting stuck in one's comfort zone
which may get bereft of insecurities and convert to pain.
But if it is not for you,
then letting go is sweet.
You get washed up with myriads of feelings.
It is like a beam of sunlight hitting a prism.
From there would sprang all the colors of the rainbow.
It makes one really happy
with all its lightness
overcoming the shadows.
Love is a sacrifice.
It is giving of one's self without partiality
and expecting nothing in return.
Choose not to be a slave and don't live life in misery.
Have peace in your heart and true happiness in your soul.
Be content with your life and with what God has given you.
Getting hurt is inevitable as we cannot have it all.
Trickles may find their way into streams, then become waters in rivers, before they reach the sea.
Love is just like that.
Trickles of water may reach their own seas or lakes. But that is not the dead end.
They become the waves that splash constantly on shores. Or they remain as calm waters that run deep.
They flow with God's own dynamics.
They would soon rise up as mists with the warmth of sunrise at dawn,
they keep us company in those foggy afternoons,
before they become rainclouds
and send us those trickles again
as dew in the early mornings
or cold raindrops on our heads.
They nurture the trees that keep their moistures in their depths
then hydrate those springs that gush into streams,
onto rivers before finally
reaching the sea.
Such cycles as you see,
just like LOVE is.
just like LOVE is.
Life is worth living.
Let love go,
and let it fly.
Whatever goes up would have to come down somehow.
In another form.
In another time.
Love may never be the same as it used to be.
It may come back as a friend,
a soulmate, or may come again transformed by the elements.
Pick up the pieces.
Move on.
Be happy.
God works
in mysterious ways.
in mysterious ways.
No matter what we do,
it is His will be done,
not ours.
it is His will be done,
not ours.
Life could change
in a wink of an eye.
in a wink of an eye.
We have
to live with all
the transformations.
to live with all
the transformations.
Everything
happens
for a reason.
happens
for a reason.
We
fly
to
our
own
destinies.
Wherever
the
wind
blows.
the
wind
blows.
Godspeed!
Words by ~Lepan ♥ 2007
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