Love in It’s Purest. The Example.

I awoke this morning,
From an amazing, yet perplexing dream.
A dream or reality,
It was hard to tell.
The impression it left,
Was one I would ponder for hours.

I had a visit from a dear, old friend.
One I hadn’t spoken to,
In quite some years.
The conversation ensued,
Into the wee morning hours.
We had so much catching up to do.

We spoke of so many things.
But, it was clear.
The one subject that was prominent,
On both our minds,
Was one I had pondered for years.
In fact, sought.
The subject was simply love.

I had many questions of my friend.
What is true love?
Can this love be found,
In an existence that’s gone mad?
In a world philosophy that teaches,
To each his own.

I have loved, and been loved.
I’ve known the feeling,
And, I’ve known the emptiness,
Once the feeling has passed.
I’ve uttered the phrase,
At times without real meaning.

Yet, the love I’ve sought, and seek
To understand.
Is one that goes beyond feelings.
A love that simple words cannot express.
Simply about love.
A love deeper still.

A love without origin,
It has no beginning, no end.
It knows no boundaries.
Has no hills to ascend,
No valleys to cross over.
Has nothing to prove.
Love in it’s purest form.

Love that has no thought,
Or treasure it’s own.
In it’s richest form,
It’s simply a gift to others.
It knows no race, belief system, or creeds.
There is no discrimination where true love abounds.
If only this world, could understand.

It has no earthly origin.
Sickness or disease,
Can never conquer it’s end.
For there simply are no judgements,
Where true love abounds.
“Haven’t I left the example,
For the world to see?”
My friend interjected.
For love in it’s purest form,
“Was never about me.”

As the conversation drew to a close,
My friend turned, and looked at me,
Before he walked away.
“My friend,” he said, “The love
That you seek, can never be found,
In a book, a place, or someone.”

“Love in it’s purest form,
Can only be found within.
It’s only when we find Love within,
That it can naturally flow out.
And, that my friend, was my story.
My end.  The example for the world to see.”  HB


About hrschbw

Hello, I'm Herschel. And, I'll be the first to say, that I am not a writer. Although, there was a day, long ago, that I considered writing as a career. Yet, life took me in a totally different direction. Today, I find myself just putting my thoughts down, simply with pen and paper. I'm a little old-fashioned maybe, in that sort of way. I simply find myself writing about whats real, and relevant to me, based off what life has given me. If what I write touches you, then my heart is truly at ease. For what it tells me, lets me know, that we are truly in this thing called "Life" together. And so, I thank each of you for taking the time to stop by, for liking my writings, and giving me the honor, that you would somehow follow me. And, so, I'm not a writer, a poet, or even perhaps a great blogger. All I can simply say, is that I write from a heart that's real, a place that somewhere along the way, I forgot existed.
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