The pioneer breath of magic that give rise to the initial ideas being impressed onto matter - with matters being the relationship. How pristine in the world of forms preached by Plato, only to realize that matters, being the relationship, are but imperfection of the highest lofty image of ideas in love. Our inadequacy to manage this internal expectation often sink us into greater tragedy of love. Though painful as it seemed to inflict this awareness onto our soul, the delight in basking this sweet torment is an irony that promotes an emotional mind and defy rationality.
When Love begin its journey, it will surely encounter the four facet of love.
Four seemingly identical windows; four different dimensions.
We see ourselves in the first.
Only to give for our second.
After the third we receive,
Finally we understand the Middle Way.
- Yunhaier -
23 Dec 2009
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