Love used to be all consuming. Chaotic and unpredictable. Pain was inevitable. Heartbreak was common. Love was dependent on the other to return that love. Being in love meant being lost, having fallen so far from myself. Being in love meant losing touch with my wholeness and becoming one with another. Being in love meant [...]
Tag: poetry
The Grand Reflection
The seeker Always looking Never finding. The answer is In the reflection. Always overlooked. Never seen. The seeker Seeking for the soul Passes by Never stopping To see that The grand reflection Reveals the truth.
Ecstatic Soul Stripper 