Love is life. Life is love.
Everything I understand,
I understand only because
Everything is united by
Love is God
and to die means
that I, a particle of love,
shall return to Love itself, whole and complete,
the eternal source of Love itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
That IS Tolstoy. I find myself liking him more - you put it so gently. t x
Sweet, they say... Tolstoy was an old toughie who reached these words through a fierce life... maybe he'll come back as a woman novelist?
That Tolstoy was a woman then? lol Clever and very sweet write. 10 from me. Grinning Tai
ahhh...so sweet....Michael....yes, I can, on occasion, handle sweetness.
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