Monday, October 01, 2007
In my room of solitude,
as I ponder my thoughts.
A relentless race in my mind,
and like poison in my soul.
Will I live through this?
Will my heart still live after this torture?
It seemed like I was going uphill,
but then I reached the peak.
Time pushed me on the journey,
And now I'm valley deep.
The essence of love is like Sugar.
So sweet and lovely,
but yet it can turn acidic, and so slowly but surely kill.
Love needs the right elements to grow.
A ground being the constant accoutability of a wise leader, and elders for counsel.
A day and night, day being growing the love, and night taking a breather, both equal for balance. Just like the greens, taking in carbon dioxode of that someone during the day, and then pure oxygen of freedom and rest alone during the night.
And water being the Holy Spirit, bringing the life straight from the Throne.
A tree that's planted by the rivers of living water will flourish, and bear an abundance of good fruit.
Neighbouring trees are competition, but also provide the pollen for polination, and share the burden of the wind in storms.
Storge > Philia > Eros > Agape.
"love begins to be a demon the moment he begins to be a god" - C.S. Lewis
You won! 4:49 PM
