1/9/10
Who, What; when and where
Shall, even in the slightest, ever despair
When once it comes, the remembrance
Of His or Her, of Its, of Their, of Love's; forever dance?
It's like the breeze pretending not to be being the breeze
And then to truly fly free, remembering its free
This present Truth of Us
As Life lived from Within, transcending even the need for trust
Copyright (c) Divine Love c/o Michael Mayer 2008
Who, What; when and where
Shall, even in the slightest, ever despair
When once it comes, the remembrance
Of His or Her, of Its, of Their, of Love's; forever dance?
It's like the breeze pretending not to be being the breeze
And then to truly fly free, remembering its free
This present Truth of Us
As Life lived from Within, transcending even the need for trust
Copyright (c) Divine Love c/o Michael Mayer 2008
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