Love is an egg. It is blessed, within a jolly fine shell. Inside lives life. If the egg is an ova. Fertilised by love itself . Love grows rapidly inside. The cracks appear, love's broken free. (C) LIVVI
the need now is to be awake watching the silence knowing of love so great I jump into your stillness holding in each hand a handful of dreaming the dreaming you gave to me while I sat by the window