Love has many faces. Like a wisp of smoke it silently enters a heart and gives itself unto itself. It lifts a heart to greater knowledge of itself through compassion, understanding, sharing, and just by the being of itself.
As it enters, so must it leave so other facets of love can also know its many gifts. As the wisp may show its tenderness, so must it show its thorns, as that of silent tears which finds the duct of the inner eye, to grace its presence on the outer eye.
Just like the eagle as it soars to places unseen, it must at a time return back to its high cliffs as an observer. It must also be the observed, only to leave again for places unseen to search and seek that which is unknown.
The thirst of love can never be quenched by a single droplet as that thirst seeks the river of life to know itself as itself. Love is the greatest gift and cannot be seen by the human eye, not can it be understood by that of the mind. Only through the eyes of the soul can you touch that which you cannot understand. Love must continue to grow by the giving of it if it is to know growth. It yearns to know more about itself, and that can only be done by the sharing of itself.
As I See It…Marcel Riel