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FALL IN LOVE by Jasmine Kang

We're all looking for something, but all it really is, is love…

The destination is the same. It all starts from within the heart. Love is where the heart is. It is through this miracle of love that the miracle of life happens. It is a gift in our hands. All beings have love and light within them. 
Radha and Krishna painting by Dhriti Dasi

Fall in Love

Radha looks up to Her Krishna.
She seeks no other for He is Her Love.
He lives in Her heart,
And She is the Love of His heart.

When you fall in love 
With Love itself,
Then you fall in love 
With everything else.

Everywhere you look,
You see and seek only Love,
Because Love is that one thing
That shines more than anything else.

You feel so much love,
You can see and feel It
In every face and form
For every face is a face of Love.

When you feel the very essence,
Nothing else matters.
Love is all there is
And all that ever was.
~
Lotus photography by Bhaman Farzad


Jasmine Kang is a poetic artist who lives in California. While her passion lies in art and creative writing, music and nature inspire her.  Her creative work has appeared in various art, writing and photography projects, as well as in an award-wining chapbook of prose and poetry titled "River of Light". Jasmine hopes to share the beauty of life and bring others closer to peace and move through her work.   You can also connect with Jasmine through her website Moonshine Garden here, or follow her on Twitter and on Facebook.

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