It is ironic how many words are necessary to know that nothing exists but Love.
Talk on my beloved
I hear your name in the wind
and feel you in my heart.
Shall we talk of Love
or shall we dance.
Shall I lead or will we dance across the stars with our twirling passion,
Lead on and we will dance on the stars and create music with our toes.
Let us not tip toe through the heavens,
for the dance of creation lasts forever and I am not out of Breath.
I Ivan
Silence is Gold……………
Paula
Silence is far more meaningful than words
It is ironic how many words are necessary to know that nothing exists but Love.
Talk on my beloved
I hear your name in the wind
and feel you in my heart.
Shall we talk of Love
or shall we dance.
Shall I lead or will we dance across the stars with our twirling passion,
Lead on and we will dance on the stars and create music with our toes.
Let us not tip toe through the heavens,
for the dance of creation lasts forever and I am not out of Breath.
Much Love
Jim Atwell
Love is a sound-
a clap of one hand
and all things physical bow
to the energy of themselves
unseen and hidden
from the Light of ‘morrow’s crying