Love

Sometimes this "love" which fills me can be so overwhelming. It is as if there is no place for it to go. Most people do not want to be consumed with this much energy. So where does a being go? I try drawing, painting, writing, poetry, yet, it is the human connection which makes it real. To give it away. I was in a strange place today at work. Very meditative. Almost like a small organism dwelling in it's own right. Co-workers noticed. "Are you ok?" Yes, just sitting here enjoying the fullfilment of "bliss". No, that is not what I said, I just said, "yeah". Secretly living in bliss.

I stopped at the store on the way home. When I got out of my car I heard a whistle. I turned to find a guy getting out of his car. When I left the store and walked back to my car, there was the same guy. I got in my car to drive home. As I was sitting at the intersection, suddenly, knocking sounded on my window. I screamed. Not expecting a human being to be outside my car. The guy behind me, the same guy from the store, had got out of his car to approach my window. He immediately said, "sorry". I rolled down my window a little ways, he said, "I just wanted to tell you that you are a very attractive woman".

What drives a being to such extremes? Is it the "pull" of a unidentified force? Am I pulling or are they driving? The "unidentified force" is not to me "unidentified". It is God. It is nature. Seeing God or Goddess or It, whatever you want to call it, it is real. It is absolutely beautiful. It is life.