Since very young years, I have embraced an alien concept, where men/woman...woman/men shared the same language. A language of peace, love and harmony...a pure language, where bridges and its many channels below are crossed effortlessly, charts and compass...the pure language.
A transmission medium highly synchronized, its frequencies fine-tuned to capture vibrational pauses and serene silence. If there is such a thing I shall find it !
Love is not bound by special interest, its infinite in its quest to bridge an innate feeling...of compassion, mercy, kindness, long suffering, a spirit of giving and not receiving.
A transmission medium highly synchronized, its frequencies fine-tuned to capture vibrational pauses and serene silence. If there is such a thing I shall find it !
Love is not bound by special interest, its infinite in its quest to bridge an innate feeling...of compassion, mercy, kindness, long suffering, a spirit of giving and not receiving.
It may be blind but, not lost...lost but finds the way. It is committed to the object it holds so dear, if a sacrifice is needed, it offers the last expression of endearment as an act, superlative to all submissions to an undefined riddle few will ever go beyond.
Love is a redeemer, an ancient light who has pour his shadow bestowing humanity with great signs of the same. The truly brave is a strong link to the fallen, yet love covers all.
It is a shaky bridge...but love covers all, love and faith are steadfast, unmovable. One can work the same formula through the spirit; there one can access what is superlative.
Raphael G
