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LOVE IS ALL THERE IS by Ulli Stanway

I was wandering along the edge of the city the other day, observing all different scenes…

An elderly couple passed me by, gently holding on to each other’s frail frames. They had known each other for a very long time. A mother and child walked passed, the little one eagerly telling the mother about the upcoming playground. A young girl walking a dog. A beautiful young woman seemed to be perfectly content walking by herself. A rather good looking young man looked briefly at her and for a second they caught each other’s eye.

All of this made me think about love and all it’s ways …
Photography by Elena Shumilova

Love is all there is
by Ulli Stanway

Love knows no borders
Time fades in its presence
Love is without age
It knows no black nor white
No you or me
It has a language of its own
It feels the space between our souls
True love does not wish control
It chooses the gentle flow of endless possibilities

Love allows growth
And undermines all we are
It breaks us into pieces
And sometimes we stop to breathe
Love is the agony of unfilled desires
Whilst dancing in a passionate first embrace

Sometimes love wears off
It gets so very tired of the ups and downs
That it leaves for a while
Or maybe forever
To be rediscovered
On a new day
With a different soul’s beating heart
Love in all its ever-changing beauty
She moves in mysterious ways

The day sad eyes catch a glimpse of it
Unkissed lips finally meet their fortune
For the first time
When reality is more beautiful than the story
The best of all dreams did ever tell
That day love history was made
Another piece in the mosaic of her endless ways

You shall not anchor love in another’s soul
For it wants to be washed ashore gently
Without the use of force
Love asks you to allow it into your own heart
You must not ever doubt love itself
It is the ever-present force of life
A shadow of death
It is all around
It lights up the darkest corners
And switches off our lights
Whilst creating timeless space

Some say love is a choice
Some say he who loves is a fool
Others claim that there is no love

For me love is all there is
My heart is wide open
I allow love to be omnipresent
With every breath I take
I immerse myself in its gifts
Love is all there is
Love is all there ever will be
Martina Havlová Photography


Ulli Stanway: "I am a 41 year old rising poetess/writer/day dreamer and life lover. I live in Melbourne Australia with my beautiful husband. I love nature and I am a confessing tree hugger. I am working on my dream website called “Desire your own happiness”, which I hope will inspire other kindred souls to follow their own dreams and skip down a path they truly enjoy. I believe in becoming your authentic self, become who you are with all your quirkiness, weirdness and amazing talents. We don’t need to have countless copies of the same story being told. Be you, all that you are and that is perfectly enough. And you are so very needed. My mantra is taking your shoes off and run barefoot, in the rain whenever possible. Embrace everything you are. Here and now."


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