I go on in this one love that is infinite,
is so great that no one can include them
that is so invisible and so unschaubar like God.
So I do not limit myself in love;
I love what I see, feel and hear
and especially that which can detect I do not
as the source of love ...
open I am to me resolve of all
is not love!
For what shall I do with things
not infinite,
and I run like sand through your fingers?
love is something other than a person or thing;
it is so light and uplifting and bright, and
takes everything away from you, what you
depressed.
love you take everything that is not lovable, and
gives you this, what
yourself free and make "to love".
is love:
the freedom of all
a sense of eternity in your heart.
is love:
ease in life,
a sense, "born to be" without seeing the support.
is love:
selfless devotion,
an infinite extent in the interior.
do love is without purpose, without, without expectation;
it's just there.
Because I myself have given up the love, and do not wish
other than this.
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