A Sunday muse

There is a certain joy knowing that a seed has been planted. There can be great wondrous growth, and the height and breath of friendship will only be dependant upon our willingness to tend this garden. I am aware that too much fertilizer will surely poison the soil, so please mention to me if you think that I am off track. I may even be dead wrong about life, about love, or I may seem to place too much hope in phantom goals and dreams. I do not mind being corrected, and I learn from my mistakes every day. The quest for love is a challenge, and the opportunities are many. I do know what I seek, and it is a feeling, and it is real. There is not a word that describes love, and the contentment that it brings. It was once said that to define love is to surely kill it. We dare not set boundaries and limits. We will rejoice in our open hearts, but there is a rational life that also must be weighed and understood. I pray that my words can touch common nerves, tickle the soul with happy thoughts, bring knowledge, peace, and a deeper, richer understanding of the self. If love, true love is to be found here it will take an incredible set of circumstances and a willingness to follow our dreams. I am happy with myself, but I also know that life is better when it is shared. The highs are always higher, and the lows are less so.