In the mood for love,
The young man strolled through the garden of the unknown.
On his way,
He came across an ancient shrine.
It was not a soul in sight.
Serene was the silence,
A silence hiding so many treasures.
His heart could finally be heard without distractions.
There were no voices,
Lust or desire.
Thoughts could finally rest and love could arise in their place.
With closed eyes,
He gazed into the distance where his heart was waiting.
It started raining heavily upon the shrine.
One drop became two.
Soon the drops united,
Becoming a puddle,
Allowing the mood of love to flow like a river.
All the colors of imagination came alive as the water subtly played its melody for the living and the dead,
For the eyes and hearts,
For the lovers and fighters.
The wild wind blew hard against the trees as love flowed in every direction.
Infinite arrows covered the sun.
Love,
A silent force that could not be sought,
But always present.
I love you,
Silence whispered to the young man.
Now it is time for you to love yourself.
For you are the drop who forgets the river constantly flows within the essence of who you already are.
Not in what you were or might become.
Fall into your heart and do not be afraid to surrender and drown.
Only by drowning in love can you become it.
In the mood for love I learned,
There is never anything missing.
