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Lost Lining
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Lost Lining |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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The clouds have lost their lining temporarily and hang so low overhead I fear they’ll swallow love and mangle in their hungry jaws each and every thread woven with precision into love’s abiding weave. I can almost hear them chewing if I listen carefully and the drops of water on my head must be moisture dribbling down from the corners of over zealous lips. Pitter-patter slowly first before the full import and there is no where to hide from the force of ridicule threatening, always threatening, to wash the goodness out from those who stand beneath love’s delicate umbrella. And the sun is overpowered by the fullness of the clouds and feebly tries to rise as testimony to love and it does in the background far from an earthly need to feel its warmth and energy penetrate loneliness. The clouds have lost their lining temporarily but of love umbrellas, will they stand the test of time? |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Helen "but of love umbrellas, will they stand the test of time?" I think true love stands all tests given to it, including death. I hope the sun shines for you soon. We need rain here.  |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
And someone said once "from love comes light" Yes sometimes but the clouds and the rain are also an old chinese saying that means something completely different Your words spoke of a haze - was it waiting for skies to clear, or the scent of emotion Dave |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Hi Martie - Yes, I do agree with you. The sun is actually shining here - I just happened to be thinking about a picture in my possession of dark clouds and the sun. Dave - Thank you. I'm always pleased when someone gets me to think about my words because perhaps - just perhaps - I merely convey the words of "soul" or the unconscious mind and I can't know for sure whether it's mine or not. However, I do believe the clouds are "life" and that life can and sometimes does quite effectively annihilate love. "She's" obviously afraid of that even though she knows love is still alive and well (the sun) somewhere in the background of this thing called life. That's the best I can make of it. Oh, and the soul is pure emotion - pure in the sense of being untainted by ... life. |
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