Poetry: “THE HOPE OF LOVING” – BY MEISTER ECKHART

by The House of Yoga | 04-01-2017

What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.

I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
warm gaze.

We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.

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Author: The House of Yoga

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