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The flower of kindness will grow. Maybe not now, but it will some day. And in kind that kindness will read more
The flower of kindness will grow. Maybe not now, but it will some day. And in kind that kindness will flow, For kindness grows in this way.
We always believe our first love is our last, and our last love our first.
We always believe our first love is our last, and our last love our first.
Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and read more
Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and joy and freedom for you, there can be no real peace or joy or freedom for me. To see reality--not as we expect it to be but as it is--is to see that unless we live for each other and in and through each other, we do not really live very satisfactorily; that there can really be life only where there really is, in just this sense, love.
To love another person is to see the face of God.
To love another person is to see the face of God.
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, read more
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you.".
Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you.".
Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
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Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
still ever faithful
to the sun
is the everpure rose
Whether her hue
is violet or rose
Whether she grows
in freedom or rows
ever to God
in waves arose
the love perfume
from the heart of the rose.
To understand is to perceive patterns.
To understand is to perceive patterns.
