REFLECTIONS © 2011

Knowing what must be done and not doing it,

Is like betraying one’s own destiny,

It’s walking on the edge of the abyss, without wanting

To look at the love that offers itself, divine.

With love at hand, to refuse to undress it,

Is to deny the truth it brings,

It’s to fear the touch, the calmer feeling,

And let the soul remain at peace.

But love is only lived in surrender,

In the courage to strip away fear,

For it’s in vulnerability that we nourish

The flower that blooms in love’s garden.

To close one’s eyes to what must be lived

Is to lose the chance to truly be.

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