As it touches our souls, we struggle to emerge from the tightly woven cocoons of self-absorption. We become butterflies, our wings spread to dance on the wind and display our beauty. Love is the face of people. Each pair of eyes viewing the canvas in various interpretations. Stories and adventures vicariously lived through the mind s eye.
Love is pure and true.
Cool water from a crystal spring that tumbles over the harsh rocks of the mountainside, scooped up into urgent hands to quench the thirst. Love is finally two. The ultimate culmination of our experience, our distortion, our frustration, our struggle, our dance, our display, our interpretation, our thirst our purity, our truth. The miracle performed. To rejoice in the union.