Tolstoy on Love

Love is life. Life is love.
Everything I understand,
I understand only because
I love.

Everything is,
everything exists
only because
I love.

Everything is united by
love alone.

Love is God
and to die means
that I, a particle of love,
shall return to Love itself, whole and complete,
the eternal source of Love itself.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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