The Story of my Soul
A Love Story She was restless. He could tell. He wanted to console her. She would pull away. He wanted to hold her close - like they were before she came from him. She was flawless - so kind, so giving. She would always support him in a cheerful way as if nothing was wrong and when he asked what troubled her she had no answer thrusting this aside. Finally he caught what she thrust aside. The burning desire in it burned a hole through his endlessness. Now that this consciousness was in him she responded to his desire to explain. There were no words but as her consciousness connected with his the spark burned. It was the smallest dot but it could be felt everywhere for everywhere he was the same endlessness. I want to complete you. But all I can give is agree with everything you share. There is one way you lack in that you have no lack. You are limitless. If you were also limited then you would be perfect. You are so much....