The solace of love….
I sought peace in temples and churches, read books and went to saints. Friends and family tried guiding me often. On many occasions, I looked for answers in desolate graveyards and past life regressions. Studied in the classrooms of the learned and pined to hear the silences speak. It was as if no one had answers to give to my spirit that had been set on fire. It sought only the answer to why it was here. And what was its purpose to live? One single question and so many who seemed to know. The agony was unbearable and I felt separated from my source. It ached to be away but from whom or what, I did not know. the gaps between thoughts were giving me pain and the solutions seemed vague and listless. Then, one day, in a dream, God spoke to me of love. As a wandering dervish, I discovered the abode of love. I knocked and waited, all most about to die, and then someone opened the doors and invited me in. I was attuned to love and left to return to the mean, old world… now only I look the same, the rest of me has transmuted to love. There are no questions to ask or pains that hurt. I am solaced by the rains of love.
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