Reflections of me...

Dear Sylvie,

This is very melancholy, but very lovely and deeply moving poem. Thank you for sharing.

Love, Inda

Beautiful reflections, dear Sylvie!

The intimate baring of your soul here Sylvie, is very touching. You ask yourself "where was I when you were holding me ...?"

All that has been has brought you into the present moment, all can be forgiven, all is part of our existence. We learn, we move ahead, we start again .... we learn to LOVE.

Thank you for sharing your beauty.

Loving you,
Margherita

Thank you Dear Inda and Margherita for your replies.

This poem is an introspective look at how I have been approaching what I thought was love for many years.
I feel I have learned the meaning of LOVE in the last 5 years or so. Back then, I realised I entered into some relationship mostly out of need than out of love. It was a shock to me to notice that I could not offer to others what I could not provide for myself. Paradoxically, I felt very unwhorthy for most of my life while having a strong ego, thinking I had all the answers and that my logic was superior.
This poem relates to not only one being in my life, but many.


I am growing, as we all are, every moment and it is a blessing !

I love you both,
Sylvie

Yes, and it is a blessing that you share your beautiful insights with us, dear Sylvie.

Thank you again.

The Path to true, unconditional love, can be painful. When awareness dawns within our hearts and souls it's as if we had walked in darkness before ...
But ego is not so easy to keep silent. We are confronted every day with its presence and surfacing ...
Hugs.
Margherita

Thank you Sylvie,
for sharing your deepest feelings with us.
This is beautifully written.

Sue

Dear Sylvie,
I appreciate your sharing your feelings with us.
This is beautifully written.

Love
Vicky

quote:

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Originally posted by Danebe:
Emprisoned in a mirrored room
Short of everything
But passing time

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Aaahhhh mystical Kiliwia sends us another burst of beauty!

I think that quote above is a metaphor, or mirror for existence eh?

As far as "existence" goes, everything has an end, doom, eh?

Don't fret what can't be helped dear one... LOVE is eternal and you ALWAYS have the memories eh?

About "love," you remember I was once searching for a word for "platonic" love? I think the answer I got was "Grok."

I grok you dearly Sylvie... doesn't sound as pretty does it?

Of course physical love, or physical attraction, it IS a form of love, but with the incredible attainments in it, ie physical satisfaction, the inevitable end makes us sad, instead of glad for the opportunity... we humans are strange that way. One time right after lovemaking I almost cried I was so sad it wouldn't happen again, at least that moment wouldn't, it was so silly! We can ALWAYS remember the good times, I later figured out, and this I call "Remembership," and you have been beamed up dear Staranza! he he..

Thank you for sharing your beautiful words. Do you write them in Francois as well?

Love and light being, Teo