Somewhat like this kind of love: “You have a heart of gold and I am kneeling in your bloodstream panning for the only thing that has ever felt like home” ( Andrea Gibson)
I think I fell in love with my guy who meditates in Armani because he bared that wild heart, that untamed soul and that dark mind. This world is so guarded, timid and fearful. I appreciate rawness so much.
Rumi smiles at me. So isn’t this what you feel,he asks ?
“I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.
The power of love came into me,
and I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star”
Feed your head 🙂
Hail R n R 🙂