Thank you David for your poem......

Walk your talk

This post was last updated by Alistair Melville Wed, 09 Sep 2009.

On love We all are told from time to time; Love is this love is that? Love is all that is divine; May tell you what love is not; Love is not ? Love is not losing ;or gain? Love is not sorrow ;or pain? Love is not hurt; or tears Love is not brave or fear; Love is not your or mine; Love is not bread or wine; Love is not country or queen? Love is not illusion or dream; Love is not saint or scholar; Love is not pope or collar; Love is not prayer or sawyer; Love is not work or dollar; Love is not politics or poll; Lore is not sex or rock unroll Love is not to meet or to part;

Love is not cleaver or smart; Love is not to give or to take ? Love is not envy or hate;

Love is not us or they Love is not road or the way; Love is not journey or the end ? Love is not family or friend? Love is not vows or pretend ? Love is not shallow or deep; Love is not search or seeks; Love is not old or new; Love is not for one or few Love is not bible or quran; Love is not gita or gyan; Love is not for poor or for rich; Love is not to give or to ditch; Love is not for me or for you; Love is not asking or to say I do; Love is not right or wrong; Love is not wailing or song ? Love is not arms or to feed ? Love is not war or greed; Love is not good or bad Love is not fun or sad Love is not this or that ? Love is not time or thought?
Love is not to buy or to sell; Love is not to ask or to tell;

One must be wondering what is love then love is when self is not

Alistair Melville wrote:
There is no path to love Love is the path

Love has no form and yet assumes all forms??try to destroy it in one form and it will only flower in another ???the more you suppress it ??.the more it flowers???the more you crush the perfume of a flower ??the more it sends out its perfume??.."

Beautiful poem Alistair. This poem moved one deeply this morning, the freshness and the sweet perfume of it. May I thank you for sharing it with us all.
The flowering of a flower with soft white petals, the perfume of which nothing could obstruct, not the harsh winds, nor the greatest rain storms which stands in the garden all day long under the hot mid day sun, and the star lit night skies oblivious to the sorrow of mankind. Don't know for how long it's life span, and it doesn't matter. Am glad I came upon it on my way for it brought such joy, even if for one single moment....:-)

This post was last updated by S R (account deleted) Thu, 03 Sep 2009.

Wow!
what can I say to that, Alistair?
makes my mind silent and eyes water...
it's a privilege to be your reader!:-)

This post was last updated by S R (account deleted) Fri, 04 Sep 2009.