posted on Sep, 13 2007 @ 10:21 PM
A Being So Free
I envision a god, sitting Indian pose and as each teardrop fell, a new soul arose.
Kindness, compassion, encompassed the whole.
And when a teardrop would split, emerged a twin soul.
Gentle and sweet, with eyes like the sun and when they could touch, a soul they were one.
The heart would expand and the spirit would fly, with no limitations, the stars nor the sky.
Heaven emerged, to show all its treasure and neither could talk, no word said the pleasure.
A love filled them up, and angels rang bells.
For when they had found each other, they had found themselves.
Good night all :-)