I wonder... <br /> <br />Is there a possibility of the mind <br />to keep the purity of love <br />from the 'source' <br />when it is corrupted by thought, <br />the image built, <br />the 'I', the ambition, <br />greed, security, fear, <br />confined intelligence that serves <br />unintelligent intent <br />and all these that consume us, <br />that created the chaos and disharmony <br />and therefore resist the purity and wholeness of love? <br /> <br /> <br />(a question that arise and inspired by <br />Suzanne Hayasaki's poem on PH ' Be still' which coincidentally has same title of my poem 'be still')<br /><br />Alice Cuenca<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-a-question-4/
