Hands Filled With Love

Everytime we hold ourselves, like precious water, from a sacred well, there will be love.

When we meet another, who helps us hold our hands together in times of difficulty, we have found a friend.

Partnership arises when we meet another and discover that they are just as happy to share their water with us, as we are to share ours with them.  And in this way, the lover’s hands always remain equally full.

About addpresence

Healer, poet, author, yogi, single father...outdoorsy guy.
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