When we are not love
We are but the echo of the past
Thrown into the future,
For as we were made
So shall we make the world.
Only in love
Are we exposed,
Waking from the dream
Of happening without volition,
Happening without choice or will.
Only in love
Can we see the bones
Of being,
And choose,
Choose our way through.
distilledvoice 
The Form here really works beautifullly
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🙏
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If you resonate with the infinite love type poems of late, check out Mother Meera on the web, also Mooji on YouTube. I’m heavily influenced by both.
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I did notice you’re now a love specialist
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Ha ha, just saying what I find in my meditations 😀
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Oh so you’re meditating now…is that a new thing?
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