I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Saturday, August 27, 2016
We would die
The
Earth would die
If the sun stopped kissing her
Hafiz
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It is a funny thing love
without it do not flourish
any more than the earth can flourish without the sun
and yet
just as the sun and burn the earth
and leave it brown and desolate
so too love
can scorch our souls and leave our hearts a wasteland
we need love
as the earth needs the sun
but we also need those moments in the shadow
and those times when the clouds gather and the rain falls
love it seems is perfected
and finds its perfect balance
in life
not as we dream it
but as it is
in those moments when it breaks forth,
as the sun breaks through the clouds,
in the midst of difficult and terrifying times
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