Originally posted by josephwlove is the only rule,
Love is the only rule?
How does that work? Whose love? What love? Can you define love?
simple to say, but hard to do...
you let go of all, that does not work,
and do what yer heart knows to be true...
whose love???
your love...
what love???
that which lies directly behind you,
and that which slaps yer face...
can i define love???
yes i can...
but,
if you truly need it defined for you, my defining it for you will do you no good...
the definition of love is myriad, like a labyrinth path without solution...
it's deeper than the depth of yer mind...
it has color that's never been seen before...
it is vibration, and has frequency, but it's not ever the same at any given point...
you might want more, amirite???
you will receive more...
love is the only rule
Originally posted by rookie54I was going to post this on the Poetry of the Spirit thread, but I think it speaks directly to the subject here.
love is the only rule,
simple to say, but hard to do...
whose love???
your love...
ME imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature,
Master of all, or mistress of all—aplomb in the midst of irrational things,
Imbued as they—passive, receptive, silent as they,
Finding my occupation, poverty, notoriety, foibles, crimes, less important than I thought;
Me private, or public, or menial, or solitary—all these subordinate, (I am eternally equal with the best—I am not subordinate)
Me toward the Mexican Sea, or in the Mannahatta, or the Tennessee, or far north, or inland,
A river man, or a man of the woods, or of any farm-life in These States, or of the coast, or the lakes, or Kanada,
Me, wherever my life is lived,
O to be self-balanced for contingencies!
O to confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs, as the trees and animals do.
--Walt Whitman
