Love i have searched for, blind to it’s presents.
Pain i have created and excepted with out question.
In silence hearts are opened and eyes begin to see.
Mind begins to rest and then come NO mind.
Nothing but nothing resting in your breath.
Feelings with no words, no discription to share.
Past searching brings laughter when simplicity arrives.
You were there inside, i was looking out all this time.
“You keep talking, searching, questioning what is going on with you while being totally ignorant of the fact that you are being blessed….Love will come upon you, throw its arms around you, and transform your entire existence……-Iyanla Vanzant
p.13 Introduction-In the Meantime
What is love to you?
What does the word mean to you?
What causes you to say I love you?
What do you expect to happen when you say it?
What are we really searching for when we hope to gain this glorious feeling?