Poetic Shutterbug

Love speaks in silence the unconditional stanzaic interlude between heart and soul. Never wanting always waiting to give freely and openly. Love does not see color nor stereotypical ego branded persona. As spirit seer pure love accepts all with understanding and patience. Love hears beyond sound soft whispers of heartstrings playing in rhythm the quiet song - a deafening simplicity defining uniqueness to authentic self. Love tastes the sweet n sour of daily imperfections savoring the bitter with the sweet. The perfect blend providing nourishment for the heart digesting the mix. Love smells indifference and recoils at the nauseous self righteous stench of the arrogant yet embraces the empowering odor of forgiveness - a scent of healing. Love touches softly hearts who hear, minds who see, spirits who know the freedom to give inherent deep within our soul without expectation - unconditionally. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...

The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine in one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?- Percy Bysshe Shelley (17892 - 1822) Ah passion. We eat it, sleep it and drink it. Every thought we have includes a morsel of passion. When we are in love more than any other time do we feel this sense of ecstasy and bliss. It is the commingling of hearts and minds that produce these feelings. If only we could feel that bliss every moment of every day. The fact is we can. Passion resides not only between two lovers but between ourselves and the world around us. Feeling sheer passion is allowing your heart and mind to be open and free in order to experience your own unique creative talents. When you are doing what you love to do just as when you are in love it seems that the world stands still and you are focused on that one activity. I know ...

Love speaks in silence the unconditional stanzaic interlude between heart and soul. Never wanting always waiting to give freely and openly. Love does not see color nor stereotypical ego branded persona. As spirit seer pure love accepts all with understanding and patience. Love hears beyond sound soft whispers of heartstrings playing in rhythm the quiet song - a deafening simplicity defining uniqueness to authentic self. Love tastes the sweet n sour of daily imperfections savoring the bitter with the sweet. The perfect blend providing nourishment for the heart digesting the mix. Love smells indifference and recoils at the nauseous self righteous stench of the arrogant yet embraces the empowering odor of forgiveness - a scent of healing. Love touches softly hearts who hear, minds who see, spirits who know the freedom to give inherent deep within our soul without expectation - unconditionally.