Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Hope Of Loving


What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.

I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
warm gaze.

We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.

... Meister Eickhart

3 comments:

fairydust18 said...

This is a lovely piece, really made me think :)

esprit said...

very nice...

TheHoopoe said...

esprit,

Its been a while :)