Upon the rim of my eyelids look for Love,
not within the pocket that contain value,
not within the title of means, dear.

When first love comes it comes early
not within flesh but within Spirit
when first love comes it comes late

Not within dreams but within You
and all of you and your heart that
knocks upon the gate of a garden
whose fountain begins to splash!

:: 01-28-2019 ::
E.P.ROBLES (c) 2019

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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