Letting Us Be Ourselves
Real love sustains it self, it is enough for it self.
It is all that it needs; it is the greatest joy, the greatest mystery of being, with all of the quenched answers.
All is contained, all is free.
Even a forest of trees of knowledge could not tempt it.
In real love we phantom our depths, the mysteries of our being as it is, in shared harmony with life, with God, with our loved ones, with our self.
God's love for us is letting us be ourselves, free, being with us in our quest to know, our selves, our desires, our depths.
Letting someone know them selves, not interfering with them, not setting conditions is real love.
Controlling, Limiting is not love, it is fear, manipulation, and contempt.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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