The contemplative life. I like it. To be able to think. A
thought. Especially about love. True love becomes spiritual. Because lovers
die. They leave the physical realm. That raises a question. How does a spirit
make love? Perhaps in a contemplative
way. One enters another dimension. Beyond
time. Beyond the physical. Into a new beginning.
Without an end. Where pure and total love abounds. –Jim Broede
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