Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Love Without Touch
Today, I sensed that real love, where there is no touch involved, where words declaring love for another person are not to be said. A tacit kind of thing, but its suggestion is dwelling within, and only takes the right time in the right moment for one to gain this understanding. So, not the obvious love, but love itself in great purity.
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