Pure Love

Pure Love

Oh, there is so much beauty
In human forms…
You take a short walk through a crowded city
And you are charged and overcharged
Like a solar panel on a clear summer day…
Oh, there is so much Love can be created
And is created by that forms…
I do not speak about body’s pleasure
Which is, at most, a waste of beauty
And often has a bitter
Aftertaste.
But there is pure Love
Of a little child,
That happy child
Who lives inside of us…

There is that flash

Between you and someone else

You meet just for a moment

And will never see again,

You know that for sure…

Oh, you can swim in that Love…
You can dive and be dissolve in human beauty…
In that dissolved form you are much closer
To your real Self
And Him,
The Shaper…