http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4Dthz3a6aE

something to set the mood...;)

What is love?
One can only phantom, and as these bloodshot eyes scan this land, watching the rare bloom of a flower, now torn apart by a guillotine of rising thorns, slicing off the petals- I stop. It is humanly impossible to break down such a complex idea, but I see the natural world as clinging together with the power of love: there is wonder and love even in the green of a leaf. Imagine this in a million fold. That is simply how much love nourishes a tree; we have an entire planet shrouded with Beauty, with the beauty of love…
But I look around at the human species, the lust, the infatuation, the blinding bond “love” as we know it creates, and I wonder, why is it that we think it is important to “love,” to be “loved,” to feel that special sort of fullness, that overwhelming joy that radiates through us?
And then I realize, love is quintessential, love is our way of connecting with Nature, to piece together ourselves and join Nature as ‘one,’ and becoming part of Beauty. But love is only as real as the form itself, what shape it assumes, cannot and will not stand the testament of time, whereas the “idea” of it lives on essentially; so here I am, opening my heart oh bountiful Mother, joining you with all my love to become part of you…