“Remember those times in your life when you knew there was more. You were a part of everything, with no beginning and no end. Maybe you were in the park one lazy afternoon. And, as you lay there stretched out on the grass a butterfly came along and landed on a wrinkle in your jeans and at that precise moment you realized that butterfly had a secret you knew once, long, long ago. La, la, la, la , la, la, la, la, la, la……..”
The song: I Had A Dream.
The play: Living Love and Loving Life.
By Lee Broom. 1981.
When Love is Conditional is it Love?
Do you say “Attaboy” or “Wow”?
Do you say “good job” of “Thank you”?
Do you give a pat on the shoulder when someone gives you a hug?
Do you say “No problem” or “Thank you”, as a way of accepting a compliment?
Do you fold your arms when people talk about feelings?
There is always an answer to why we say that, do that, think that. Those answers are conditions. When Love is conditional it is not Love. So what is it?
Think about this. How do you feel when you are helping someone?
What do you call that feeling you get when you calm a child in pain?
Where did that feeling come from?
If everything we do is conditional and the feelings that we have at certain times seem to be Love, then where does that Love reside?
When we discover ourselve astir in a compelling stream of consciousness that results in a poem, a painting or an orgasm, are these not gifts?
From whence did they originate?
What do you think?
What do you believe?