A poem written by my son today. Oh, children are indeed insightful, wiser than the adults and so fantastic.
The word Love means many things
but some are behind the stings
of the word Love
because none are so above.
Love has a many feeling,
happy, sad, angry, and mad.
Filled from floor to ceiling
yet is not always fed.
But if you give it long enough,
for the word is full of stuff,
you'll always be cured
by the magical word called Love.
R. Mullinnix, 4/6/16, 6:55 a.m.
The winds of grace are always blowing, but you have to raise the sail.
- Ramakrishna
Only as high as I reach can I grow,
Only as far as I seek can I go,
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