Thoughts On Love....

the hardest thing we will ever do is to love. for love undresses the parts of us with which we're not so familiar... there is no grasping in love, no real or implied ownership. that which we give in time returns, but who holds a clock to the tides? love is itself a journey that often takes many lifetimes... it is not an end in itself, love is the journey. time and experience and often tragedy ignite the flame... but the fire burns long and slow. love is a way of seeing, a depth of seeing, when the eyes touch and realize. love is the gift of moments, and only moments are eternal. love hears from the heart, spoken and unspoken. love gives, without thought or guilt. love is the straw in the nest, the open mouth fed, and the moment of fear when wings first stretch in flight. love is the gift, and the gift is journey... for it is in the journey that we find our selves!