Love is a boomerang. It comes back to you multiplied. Love expands, seeks new heights. Love expands to fill the container, and extends out thru the confinement by smoothing an escape path and when it makes an opening, the opening stretches and the container sublimates, curls back into itself, creating a flower-like shape out of the vessel.
Who wrote this?
Sounds like some of the new age authors I devour voraciously, but it was me. I must have been in a good mood that morning.
Thank you, Armand and Angelina, for the metaphor, "love is a boomerang."
2 years ago