Little Love Stories that Make up our Lives

Little Love Stories that Make up our Lives

For the Love of a Man, for the Love of a mother’s heart,

for every child born to be a new little leaf sprouting on the family tree of our family forests,

this story is for you. This story is of the love that called you here. Love is what we are.

Love is what we will forever be, and we are free.

Free in our hearts, free in our memories, free in our aspirations.

Is it not a love story for humanity causing us to grow peace in our hearts,

grow new children in our wombs, and build bridges for peace into the forever beyond?

It is our love for you generations yet unborn inspiring us to build sustainable peace, and we do not give up a long as we live.

We do this for the love of you.

excerpt from "The Little Love Stories that Make up our Lives"

How do we come back to the land of the living and leave behind our memories of the dead? Because we must. The dead live and dance and laugh only in our memories, and our responsibility is to live joyfully and keep the goal of a just society. The dead give us no comfort except in the fact that they did live, they did laugh, they were of soft permeable flesh, and brilliant. Presente.

I will never forget you. I will not speak of you. You must rest, and I must work. I miss you madly.