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  • What is True Love?

    What Is TRUE LOVE?



    I created man in my image and likeness. Man came directly from me. As a spirit, man could not touch, nor taste, nor enjoy the gift of the earth. So, I went to the ground and made an earth suit for man. When I breathed life into him, man became human. Man was given the garden to tend. All the animals were named in a day. Although we were together, walking and talking in the garden, man was alone. I found that man needed someone just like himself to love, that is why I went inside man to make woman. Therefore man is a giver. Woman takes what man gives her, multiplies it, and returns it. Man gives the seed, then, woman gives back a child. Give a woman a word, and she'll give you a sentence." truth that will never change."
    by : Annamaria © 2012
    What is Love to you, my friend? Is love a feeling that we can choose to embrace or walk away from?
    When I began my search for love, I recalled what a professor told me years earlier. His answer conclusively was 'there is no such thing as true love'. I was not surprised to hear that he had been married six times, and continues to live alone. Was this the way others felt also?
    I went to the place most of us look to find the meaning of a word, Webster's. I found thoughts of love: physical love between man and woman, the object of affection, for the love of, and also God's love for mankind.
    Wow, what does that mean? I felt that I understood human love, I had been dissatisfied by mans love many times. I remember telling God that I didn't need a man in my life, and unless he brought him to my door, I was finished with love.
    What had been the reasons? I could not recall my childhood, and why the feelings of rejection, or the assurance of not having an opinion worth listening to? I never felt needed, or loved. Was this the truth? Or was it merely my 'mental map' that nobody else could see? What ever caused the way I saw love, to me, it was painful.
    It wasn't until I had given up on myself that God spoke to me, in the form of a question.
    "Do you want to find love? I am love!"
    "Yeah sure you are."
    "It is true. I am love, and I created you for me to love! Man was created for me to love and fellowship with. I did not want man to be alone, so I made woman to complement him, or complete him."
    "God, why are you telling me this?"
    "You have searched a long time to find true love. Why do you look on earth? The earth is a planet incapable of love. I gave the earth to you, to rule over, as a gift of love. See, in order for love to be fulfilled it must find someone like itself to give to. That is why
    "Now that's a lot to ponder. So, does that work with other things, as well?"
    "Yes, I have laws and ways that will not change, therefore if you give her grief, she will multiply this, too, and give you back a war."
    "You're funny God."
    "I know, look around you and see my sense of humor."
    "In the bible it says 'love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, does not boast, is not proud. It is not rude, is not self-seeking, is not easily angered, and keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres. Love never fails'. This is a
    "Than how can you say that you are love, God?"
    "If you put me before the fact you will come to know me a little better. Like, God is patient, God is kind . . ."
    "Wow! I always thought that love was something I could never understand."
    I wasn't prepared for everything that the WORD would reveal to me. I felt as if I had just struck gold. Each morning has a new lesson. I'm sure that I will never be able to uncover all the wonders of God in my time. As far as an answer to my search for love, I would say that LOVE: is intended to be given, multiplied, then returned A TRUE GIFT.
    by: AnnaMaria Wachtel
  • Does Love have thorns?

    I heard years ago
    Love stinks
    Love bites
    Love is a drug
    Love is sex
    only Love will save you and kill you
    I want to
    make a stand.

    I want to say
    True Love
    will not bleed again.

    For it was nailed to a tree
    and cursed for our sins.

    True Love took the pain
    of thorns on him.


    He is my Rose of Sharon
    my beloved
    unstained and pure.

    He is beautiful.
    he already bled for you.




    by: Annamaria©2013
  • the dream

    Do not sleep,
even if you body has found dead
under the fountain of light
your wrists were slashed,
your wounds opened up
in stream of blood.
Do not sleep
behind ordinary life
while mirrors break
under the color of nights.

Roads shape the pain
into a serene courageous tree
standing still in the face of change.
Do not sleep
when darkness falls
and your heart has no shelter
except your own light.
Most of the time
when you look behind,
you see a track of tears,
blood and broken hearts.

How many of us
sleep walks
till something ends,
before we understand
the cycle of dramas,
Many dramas, many players,
none really seems true
under the sun light,
but in the dark,
the unkind act
presses its thorns.
and loneliness is
our best friend.

It happens
life happens
every second
to stop us from falling
in sleep.
Do not sleep
don't get numb
don't blame the act
or the player,
it all has a purpose to serve.

Stay awake
let suffering leads you
to new days
where laugher is waiting
to embrace a new you.
To rewind the film
back, back
to the day
you were born.
Small, naked, fragile
covered in grace, 
full of delight.
Smell the earth
welcome the green,
feel the breeze,
your life is time,
treasure it
with living it true.

Don't sleep
don't even rest
no matter how far
you have travelled,
thirsty, tired and alone,
Stay  faithful to the path
follow your destiny.
My body will experience
many more rehearsal
before it really dies.

I play the drama
I feel the pain
I see the blood stream
and know
in each act,
I am more awaken to self
and its beauty and wisdom.

Smell the earth
be alive and awaken
like a tree
stand still
in your unmeasured faith.
~ Serena Devi ~
    Do not sleep,
    even if your body has found dead
    under the fountain of light
    your wrists were slashed,
    your wounds opened up
    ... in stream of blood.
    Do not sleep
    behind ordinary life
    while mirrors break
    under the color of nights.

    Roads shape the pain
    into a serene courageous tree
    standing still in the face of change.
    Do not sleep
    when darkness falls
    and your heart has no shelter
    except your own light.
    Most of the time
    when you look behind,
    you see a track of tears,
    blood and broken hearts.

    How many of us
    sleep walks
    till something ends,
    before we understand
    the cycle of dramas,
    Many dramas, many players,
    none really seems true
    under the sun light,
    but in the dark,
    the unkind act
    presses its thorns.
    and loneliness is
    our best friend.

    It happens
    life happens
    every second
    to stop us from falling
    in sleep.
    Do not sleep
    don't get numb
    don't blame the act
    or the player,
    it all has a purpose to serve.

    Stay awake
    let suffering leads you
    to new days
    where laugher is waiting
    to embrace a new you.
    To rewind the film
    back, back
    to the day
    you were born.
    Small, naked, fragile
    covered in grace,
    full of delight.
    Smell the earth
    welcome the green,
    feel the breeze,
    your life is time,
    treasure it
    with living it true.

    Don't sleep
    don't even rest
    no matter how far
    you have travelled,
    thirsty, tired and alone,
    Stay faithful to the path
    follow your destiny.
    My body will experience
    many more rehearsal
    before it really dies.

    I play the drama
    I feel the pain
    I see the blood stream
    and know
    in each act,
    I am more awaken to self
    and its beauty and wisdom.

    Smell the earth
    be alive and awaken
    like a tree
    stand still
    in your unmeasured faith.
    be true.
  • come home




    Tarry if you will,but the tear I shed will be for you.

    As you stumble over who I AM

    I can say I am the one who cries for you.

    If I see you no more,

    then you will know the door is closed.

    by: Annamaria© 2013

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