Depth of a Woman's Love

It is different than mother’s Love; for it is Anitya; but it Becomes concretized, once Her psyche has fallen in love With thee. Mother was a woman of golden Lightening; for she gave unto Me heartfelt wretchedness. Thus Beauty blossomed. But the woman that I now love; She is Vajrayana to me: my Diamond which glistens in the Mire. I tripped upon her in the forest of Affliction. She was sorrow unto Herself; alone, in need of a true Friend. Out of pain, her radiance drew me Near. Since the start of our union, She has been heaven to me. I dare Not say this of the others. The depth of a woman’s love, if Thou canst experience it, it can move Thee to tears. I felt Avidya within me, Scared of the love of light. But I embraced love; somewhat Aloof from the reaching of its presence. I praise Spirit; for blessing me with The wings of my awakening: unto love. Glenn Jr. Marchand