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2.1.10

Wisdom of Love

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty or fifty. Maybe more words of the foolish into the bin, overtaken by the pain of no love today. There are no words now for the truth that follows the words into “nowhere”. From where they surprisingly came, to spin webs of deceit and lies in the heart of one so inclined to believe in the wisdom of love. How foolish it is when decreed is the walk to the garbage bin, to discard the junk and disembark from the round-about of belief. It was a walk and alight of difficulty for the heart heavy and burdensome. Acknowlegding of the completion that yet brings its own release. In such way of no love, clouding the view beyond the blue and root itself in the earth. So all who walk there on will realise that love’s a transitory energy, unable to shatter of foolish hazard!

posted by Faye Kusairi  # 12:46

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