Under the too much hate that we’ve accumulated it’s hard to call upon love — that meta vibe that heals everything. If we don’t understand ourselves, loving every bit that makes up who we are, we will never be able to know the real meaning of love.

Love Conquers All

Love conquers all
Like dew on glass
That cascades slowly
On summer mornings

Love conquers all
Like a playful soul
That runs in the prairie
At 5a.m in the morning

Love conquers all
Like a clang that resounds
Through an empty hall 
The echo of something  

Love conquers all
We need to open our heart
To let the melody pour in
And dance to its sound

Dew glides down
The soul plays around
The clang resounds
And love conquers all.