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[leeda]

Express yourself here. So what have you got on love. What can you pass on or teach to another about love? It's a tough topic. Seems not anybody knows about Love. Maybe you know about LOVE.

Are we just pretending? What are your questions and answers?

There is Love God, Love Neighbour, Love Enemy.

Do we dare love ourselves? (how do you read it).

What are the essential elements for LVOe. Does Love extinguish. Then was it love?

Poor Love. What are you going to do and say to/about it?

I'm sorry for setting such a tone. For the tone I know not what to set. For love. Hmmm, For LOVE is it real?

Got any science on love. I suppose you can post that here.

What is the extent of the power of LOVE.

What are your theories on LOVE. What are your realities about LOVE.

Do you have any LOVE to Share? Can you prove it?

I'm not feeling the LOVE.

Can LOVE grow back someones arm or leg?

What is the limit of LOVE. Whay is LUFF so limited currently.

Drop Some Love. If you got any. I'm sure there's plenty of people ready to eat.

Show US the LOVE.

We is Needy.

This is not sext. Cause ewww. Perv. Go somewhere else.

So in your opinion Love is building upto something big. Got any opinions at all?

This is my light. Shining. Is Love Boring? If i'm bored am I not loving? What if i'm tired. What if i'm in pain.

Um so what is your definition of LOVE. Consider this post. It may or may not contain LOVE. Are you offended? In what way?

Writing this with all my might... Well I figure the world needs more love.

How do you figure in LOVE VS PAIN? Who is the winner?

What can you honestly tell me about love? What is your experience?

Can Love heal? Love is the word.

Enlighten me. Cause I don't have the whole picture on love. Maybe a small peace.

One person sharpens another ya know. Maybe you could make good reading and cause action through your love?

I only have weak human love to offer.

I give my life so I can claim it back again.

Affear much.

Tell me what you want?

Do you practice LOVE?

Fine i've lost the subject.

Love.

Write something about LOVE here.

This has been my effort. Try an inspire without hurting yourself.

Does LOVE fail? So was it then LOVE?

What is the truth about LOVE?

What is going to be your stance on this topic and towards me?

If this thread dies is that LOVE?

Anyhow.

Post on LOVE Here. Others need it. They need to know. There is huge interest.


Thanks

Leeda.

[pamojja]

I'm not feeling the LOVE.

Can LOVE grow back someones arm or leg?

What is the limit of LOVE. Why is LUFF so limited currently.

Maybe because we needed it so badly as newborn, and our parents tried to fill a lack them self?

Trying to substitute with possessions, relationships, status - for most of our life?

Except for short moments - though not growing back limbs - but forgiving, gratefulness and goose-pimples. Maybe.

Please Call Me By My True Name

Do not say I depart tomorrow,
for even today I still arrive.

Look deeply: I arrive in every moment,
to be a bud on a branch,
to be a tiny bird with wings still fragile,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the hearth of a flower,
to be jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive in order to laugh and to cry
in order to fear and to hope.
the rhythm of my heart is the birth and
death of all that are alive.

I am the may fly metamorphosing
on the surface of a river,
and I am the bird, which when spring comes,
arrives in time to eat the mayfly.

I am the frog, swimming happily
in the clear waters of my pond,
and I am the grass-snake who,
approaching in silence,
feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly
weapons to Uganda.

I am the 12 year old girl, refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean
after being raped by a sea pirate,
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable
of seeing and and loving.

I am a member of the politburo
with plenty of power in my hands,
and I am the man who has to pay his
“debt of blood” to my people,
dying slowly in a forced labor camp.

My joy is like spring so warm it makes
flowers bloom in all walks of life.
My pain like a river of tears, so full it
fills up the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and my laughs at once,
So that I can see that my joy and my pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
that so the doors of my heart can be left open,
the doors of compassion.

Thich Nhat Hanh