Poetry

Heaven’s mess

Posted by iridescentlover on

(A throwback)

 

The place I heard heaven’s message
was where I stood and could see no distinction
between the parts of you
and the parts of me,
mixed up in beautiful chaos,
and realized experiencing the universe was what we called “love.”
It has been ever so simple since.

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  1. mukul chand's avatar mukul chand says:
    January 10, 2016 at 2:17 am

    Great Post, lovely pic.

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    1. iridescentlover's avatar iridescentlover says:
      January 10, 2016 at 10:37 am

      Thanks so much!

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      1. mukul chand's avatar mukul chand says:
        January 10, 2016 at 10:38 am

        welcome

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  2. kaushikksthoughtmachine's avatar Kaushika says:
    January 10, 2016 at 2:38 am

    Beautifully penned. The photo compliments the poem like Maple syrup on waffles. 😉

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    1. iridescentlover's avatar iridescentlover says:
      January 10, 2016 at 10:38 am

      Woke up to this metaphor – well-timed, thanks. 🙂

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