My heart is filled with longing
Filled to bursting
For the thought of you
Leaves room for nothing else
You, my love, have sprung
From the same wellspring of desire
That created every form of life
Every expression of love
To be filled with the thought of you
Is to be filled with life, with love itself
Look, angels gather around us
Drawn by the sweet fragrance of our love
In the garden of Love, Lucy
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Hi Lucy – it’s good to know that I’m not alone in losing my mind to love.
I try and rationalise it all, separating out the strands of desire – no good – it’s all so tightly tied up – life – love – desire – a totally awesome power. There is no outside of it – there is no other origin for anything, any thought, any motivation – it is all consuming – and how we enjoy being filled by its presence, every waking second.
Mountains can indeed be moved by two people sharing a mutual compulsion for each other in this way.
Lovely to hear from you again Lucy.
And then again, perhaps the ‘other’ is no other than the Self expressed in different form, drawing unto itself… :-)