Loving is like a full moon rising. You get a glimpse of the other's spirit. Goodness glows there. You are attracted. Gradually intimacy increases
baring weaknesses, incompatibilities, red flags. But challenges and conflicts pale against the enormity and beauty of Light
permeating time and experiences shared with the other.
The gift of sight is
also a gift of choice. A full moon
rising may be, for some, just another ordinary night.
For those conscious
of their journey, a full-moon rising is
no less than an evening of heart-bursting awe.
Loving is like a full moon rising.
Link to a full moon rising:
- Ariel Murphy
Beautiful metaphor, Ariel! I read through it silently and thought to myself 'how poetic'. Then I read it aloud. Absolutely poetic!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Paul! Gallantry is alive in Camelot! Yey!
DeleteTruth! Thanks Ariel!
ReplyDeleteThanks for taking the time Gay Lunn!
DeleteLoving and true intimacy are indeed heart bursting joys. Like a full moon we are blinded by the light, like the moon we go thru phases. I'm grateful that the gift of intimacy is never 'just another night.'
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary for sharing your thoughts!
DeleteWow! There's a Mary in "Camelot." Paul is here. Paging Peter! :)
ReplyDeleteI'm around still m'lady...just on another Crusade right now :-) Loved it!
ReplyDeleteShall I give you my handkerchief Sir Peter? Thank you for stopping by! Appreciate it!
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