~ The Life And Times From The Inner Spirit Of ................................. "Rolling Thunder"

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Feelings

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Did you ever stop to think of love? The feeling, the depth of true love, of being in love without the ability of using any of your senses. The sense of touch by holding that person, feeling that person next to you, in your presence by your side, your hands touching, holding, feeling the warmth of another close by, of having a love that you were unaware of what the feeling would be to smell their hair, to smell the scent of their body, to smell their aroma. To hear, to hear them move, to hear their voice speaking to you in daily conversation, to hear the soft tone when they say I love you. If you could never feel or have the taste of their lips, the kiss, the warm, the wonderful taste of another’s lips upon yours as kissing a rose petal. The feeling or sense of sight, to see, to see in reality, to see in the flesh that individual standing before you with open arms. To love and to be in love not with someone that you have fabricated in your mind, not someone that was totally beyond availability but with someone real but as situations would have it, one that you would never have but only communicate with that individual by means of writing, of reading the others thoughts, of feeling that person or that individual only by what they say and how they say it through the written word. The smell of that individual only in your mind, to hear that persons voice in your dreams. To consciously but yet without reality taste another’s lips.

Sight, the knowing of what someone looks like by means of a drawing or reproduction but never, ever to see that individual in the flesh. To be on the same level of thought of being mentally in love. The use of your emotions, the feeling of the heart, to actually be in love so deeply that you could feel that warmth of that person. To hear in your soul what it would sound like for that person, that individual to say I love you. The looking upon and the seeing of one that you love only in the sky as you look upon the mountains, you look upon beautiful trees, the forest, the waters, the plains, the desert, only being able to taste that person through the nourishment you put inside your body, your Earthly abode. To taste that person in the fresh spring waters, to hear your true love but never to have love, in the gentle breeze, in the rippling waters, in the falling rain. To smell the pines, to smell the rosebuds, to smell the blossoms of the desert, to smell the freshness of new fallen snow. The touch, the feel of spring grass or a new leaf upon the tree or a plant, to feel a tree, to feel the smoothness of a rock, the warmth of that rock when it lays in the sun or the warmth of the sand in the desert. All of these senses, the touch, the smell, hearing, taste and sight. What if you had love without the benefit of these senses.

What if your love could only be of the mind, of the heart, the depths of your soul, your inward being and the feeling not as one of our senses but the spiritual feeling. The mind, the heart, the Soul, the Spirit are the other senses of love. This individual is real but the having, the closeness, all of the things we associate with love of the true senses you could not have. Only your dreams, only your thoughts, only your feelings, not of touch but of your heart to be those of a dream, a real individual, not fabricated. The only way of loving, the giving of love or the receiving of love, of being of the mind, the heart, the Soul and the Spirit. Only in ones dreams, not unconscious dreams as we sleep, not fabricated fantasies but reality of our surroundings, our environment, you can have that beauty with nature. We can look upon the things of nature as that individual. We can taste the berries, the fruits, the waters. We can hear that someone in the breezes, even the violent winds, the lightning, the thunder, the trees, the grass moving about. The wonderful sense of new buds, new blossoms, leaves, the grass, the fragrance of Earth and the touch of the gentleness, the softness that abounds the world. No, this love is not of a fabrication, this love is not of a fantasy. This love has not come to us as we sleep..

..."Think About It"...