Follow the birds to the forest

I'll meet you there

Under the light of the Lover's Moon...

The Best Love < 3

The best love, unconditional love, flows without attachment.

It flows not to "get" something in return, it flows because it has to, it NEEDS to, it wants to- because it can do nothing else.  

You

My fire, my muse, my heart, my love, whatever you want to call it.

Something about you... Even the possibility of you, lights an inextinguishable fire in me.

And it burns... and it burns...

my God how it burns.

The Moon's Truth

Walking down the road at night, under the stars and an almost full moon.  So "almost full" that you can barely tell that it's not.

April... cool...  the moon through the trees, just G L O W I N G.  And the quiet.  No cars, no other people.  Unbelievably beautiful.  The moments you live for, burned into your mind's gallery and filed away in your subconscious under "Wonder".

Walking down the road alone.  To be walking down the road with someone that did not understand or see how beautiful it was, would be worse than walking alone.  Or walking with someone that your heart doesn't recognize as their own.  It would be like standing in front of truth, dressed in a lie.

So I wait.  And walk the road alone.  Letting the beauty and wonder set, into my heart and soul.  What lies ahead on this road, I don't know.  I just keep walking, "almost full" until I find the heart, that beats like mine.

What the eye sees, is not all there is

When I was little, I remember believing there was a battle of good and evil going around all around me.  I remember seeing things that I thought were good and evil.

Somewhere along the way I forgot about that battle... 

Somewhere along the way, I was reminded of that battle.

For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this world's darkness, and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.

-Ephesians 6:12

Fever

You can't stop a River that you're swimmin' in

You can't make mud any clearer

You can't keep the moon from pullin

And you can not break a Love Fever

I've been laid up with this fever for so long

But a rhythm that I feel can not be a rhythm gone

You will be my river baby
let me be your fire