Thursday, December 17, 2015

Gravity

Gravity, whose .....mysterious attraction
creates a physics ignored.

Love, the gravity irresistible, drawing us to touch;
Love, drawing me to your anahata;
Love, the source of mysterious, yet inevitable energy;
Love, that gives, yet takes my breath away;
Gravity, the inevitable and irresistible mystery of you.
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