Sending love and hugs till the end of the Summer...
xxooxx
Love is reckless; not reason.
Reason seeks a profit.
Love comes on strong,
consuming herself, unabashed.
Yet, in the midst of suffering,
Love proceeds like a millstone,
hard surfaced and straightforward.
Having died of self-interest,
she risks everything and asks for nothing.
Love gambles away every gift God bestows.
Without cause God gave us Being;
without cause, give it back again.
Rumi
Being able to choose is one of the best things.
ReplyDeleteI like this choice of yours, Suzy.
Lovely! Look forward to the next poem. Do relax! My best! Cathy
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