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Love Weaves

It is the connective tissue between the fragments of existence.
It holds the pieces of forms together.
In the name of Love, the Soul gathers its pieces … and restores itself as Creator.

Love
does not give away, but offers
does not impose, but juxtaposes
does not speak, but is heard
has no goal, but a purpose
Darkness invades the Light
Light calls the Darkness

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