A strange passion is moving in my head.
My heart has become a bird
which searches in the sky.
Every part of me goes in different directions.
Is it really so that the one
I love is everywhere?
--rumi
... in the middle of the dark... storm, pouring rain. The illuminating sun. In the love making and the heart breaking. God is in the middle of it all. Do not cage the bird or clip its wings and it will return from love to love.
--delizza
Beautiful, Delizza, such elegance of expression. You move me. Beverly
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