HANDS-OF-DESTINY

What ever happened to a love which surmounts the tangible world? not possessing of weight but much gravity. not possessing of volume but much depth. not possessing of sight but much vision. not obsessing in flesh despite the pleasures it may bestow us, repeating, like the ever-regenerating petals of an eternal rose- shedding only to give rise to fresh beauty. a love that sends the stone around the flame for as long as it truly exists. perpetual motion, perfect imperfection to discover the fountain of godhood within the delicate heart of one who breathes the air of equality, humanity, mortality. the euphoria of experiencing ev