The look of love
Why am I amazed, or why am I distraught
When I know that the face is not what the soul is
That the form is not what the body is
That the love unconditional
Is radiated from a shapeless form
A form of light
A being with no looks
No eyes, no ears, no hands , no feet
Just shapes of humans in light
Why am I offended that the human form is rejected
When what I feel is the souls connected
Why am I disappointed, when I know that radiated
Is already stimulated
The love based on the rays of light
From the formless shape
or the shapeless form
Both the one and the same
But not so the human form,
Which when is still attached to the brain and body
Is not the real dimension of love
That exudes from the soul
The soul that is a radiant being
Of energy and unconditional love
I miss that sleeping soul mate
Entrapped in the doctrinated and prison
Of a human life form
The soul encased and been infected by human thoughts
I miss that soul when the brain is not in charge
I see that soul, feel and love that soul.
Why am I compassionate even though hurt
Because what is seen is not what it truly is
For I see through the human form
To the soul form
And I hear and see the spark of life , still glimmering with hope
Within the human casing.
One day, sweet soul,
You shall be released
And when you are,
Fly to me like a bird.
~Lorraine Nur for Said Walid~
by Lorraine Branson on Thursday, 16 June 2011 at 04:34
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