Love

As life’s brutality chuggs along, relentlessly hurting at every twist and turn, I see Love.  The more vicious life’s inflicted pain, the more clearly Love’s presence seems to be.  Untouched, unhindered, merely there.  What is there to do but connect with its warmth, its presence, in hope that it wraps its wings around me and somehow, protects me from the hurt.

What an odd path, what a strange type of lesson.  I don’t understand, but feel that Connection is my Yellow Brick Road.  When in doubt, when lost, connect.  I know how to do that; I have done so all my life.  My inherent connection to everything is my truth.  How it relates to just about everything else I don’t know.  But if I return to it again and again, through every twist and turn of fate, maybe I will allow it to flood my being, finally, and show me my way.
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My lessons come at a trickle.  Little miracles happen and settle in my mind, like little sparkling jewels, waiting to be noticed, their beauty witnessed, and understood.  I don’t understand much, but slowly, I notice.
 
Love is a Life Force,
Circumstances might colour its expression,
Shape its manifestation,
But its flow is perpetual,
Unhindered by our confusion.
 
Through our pain,
We are still able to spread joy to others. 
Especially when our actions are motivated by love.