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Love's Message

Love's Message

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Published by Irina Serban

I had a dream of a beautiful woman in a red silk dress. Her long ebony hair caressed her marble-like shoulders, while the desert wind played on her body with furtive fingers. Facing the full moon, she was talking, but I could not distinguish the words, so, I told the wind to be silent. Well, I think my arrogant request left it speechless since it stopped blowing, and I could hear her well. Yet, I distinguished another whisper that intrigued me: it was that of the Moon.

I had a dream of a beautiful woman in a red silk dress. Her long ebony hair caressed her marble-like shoulders, while the desert wind played on her body with furtive fingers. Facing the full moon, she was talking, but I could not distinguish the words, so, I told the wind to be silent. Well, I think my arrogant request left it speechless since it stopped blowing, and I could hear her well. Yet, I distinguished another whisper that intrigued me: it was that of the Moon.

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Published by: Irina Serban on Feb 12, 2013
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09/17/2013

 
IRINA SERBAN
Love’s Message
 
The Whispering Voicehttp://www.facebook.com/thewhisperingvoice
 
 
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I had a dream of a beautiful woman in a redsilk dress. Her long ebony hair caressed her marble-like shoulders, while the desert wind played on her body with furtive fingers. Facingthe full moon, she was talking, but I could notdistinguish the words, so, I told the wind to besilent. Well, I think my arrogant request left itspeechless since it stopped blowing, and I couldhear her well. Yet, I distinguished another whisper that intrigued me: it was that of theMoon.“They admire you, and your light sings in their hearts every night,” said the woman to the Moon.“They feel you every instant of their lives, dayor night,” replied the Moon.“Do they? Don’t they forget about me whenthey are angry, fearful, envious, mean?”“No, it is then that they need you most. It isthen that their souls twist in agony and expandsearching for you; they meet their shadows, they
 
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cross dark valleys, but all of them hope to reachthe luminous top of the mountain, for it is lightthat feeds their souls.”“Maybe, you’re right, Moon. But why do theykeep looking for me in things and persons, inachievements and success, in possessions andwishes,” said the woman again.“Because your light is so soft and gentle thatthey can’t see it in their rush through life. Theyfear their depths are surrounded in darkness. Sothey start travelling outwards for a long timeuntil they realize that you’ve always been there.I think deep down they know it already and allthe things they do, fight for, want to achieve aredone in your name, Love! They’re searching andlearning, they’re trying to figure out what it isthat nurtures your light. People are born with theneed to give and receive Love, for you are theessence of all creation, even mine.” concludedthe Moon.Love fell silent, pondering at her existence.“Now, go and be there for them!” urged her theMoon. “I need you to be there, too. How can theyadore me, if you don’t seed yourself in their hearts?”

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