It Takes A Village

Love is a word spoken in every village.

True love, has no words.

It is vibration from the universe.

We use the word, in most cases to control. To keep. To own. To belong.

I used to think there was different types of love. One for my parents. One for my children, my lifes partners and my friends. All different types.

I am starting to think I was wrong.

Love is in me. It keeps me alive. It is my energy, my lifeforce. I can share it, with anyone, or no one. I can bury it, or build it.

The more I give of it, the more I get back. This energy. Within all of us.

I think that free will, has its roots in it.

I see it in action, everyday. I choose those to be with, for this reason. I choose friends and they choose me, for this reason.

It is impossible for me to say, I love you more than anything else. It is impossible for me to say, I only love you.

I am made of this. It isn't mine to give, it is of its own. It is its own energy. I need it, and it feeds me.

I am, therefore, I am.

I share my life with very few people.

I choose friends and family.

I would give my life for them.

So, if I say I love you....I am saying, I believe in you. I trust you. I think of you. I respect you.

This is not to be mistaken for lack of empathy or acceptance of how others may percieve me.

You either trust me, or you don't. It would never change me, regardless of your beliefs.

As I would hope, would hold same for you.

So....words....they have many meanings. Love is just a word. It is what lies behind those words, that makes the difference.

I know the difference.

Let's begin, to make a difference.

Love from

Scott Howard Myers