The Soul’s Summit … (12/30/10)
The Love that my willing self-destruction allows to blossom is the epitome of invincibility …
I can no longer be harmed by anyone or anything, as I no longer long for Love, but have become Love itself.
And what is this pure LOVE?
It is the highest spinneret on every gleaming citadel …
and the lone, smooth golden scale covering every dragon’s heart.
It is the crest of perfect waves upon which only dolphins dare to tread …
and the moment best friends first meet.
It is the effortless flight of every eagle …
and the glowing space where the colors of the rainbow meld into One.
It is the first ray of sunshine on the first morning of every spring …
and the last beam of moonlight tossing its silver sparks across the sea.
It is the smell of opening lilies …
and the center of every rose.
It is the twinkle in the eyes of a laughing child …
and that breathless moment when Soulmates first touch.
It is the effortless way the clouds cup the sky …
and the perfection of an infant’s Joy at the sight of them.
It is the moment of doubt before one attacks …
and the moment of courage when one then chooses to Love instead.
It is awakening to the sound of gentle rain …
and the silence just before the dawn.
It is the first wave of warmth as the sun comes from behind a cloud …
and the winter’s first snowflake falling gently onto the back of your hand.
All these are but subtle reflections of the perfection that is real Love;
a Love that is only known during an act of of both Joy & sacrifice.
~ Scaughdt
(10/13/08)
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