Love is not given by thee, but carried within thee, and given of itself. It is a spirit, alive in it's own body. It will come forth of its own nature, in its own time and trust.
We are but the conduit and host, for this other...called love. We cannot give, or 'not give'. We can only be, and be thankful, and accept what is given.
We are not here to impose or withdraw, but to experience...as a guileless child would, its environment, to be open and wondering, that the indwelling spirit, may pass freely among us.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico
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