One of my poems below.... written together with a real Gem of a lady who I met online at the start of the war in Iraq and we have the deepest of appreciation and love for each other still.... although we have never met face to face we have a connection that surpassed understanding.
I've been blessed with this type of connection with a few people and my life is rich because of it.
I place this poem in my business tips forum as this particular thread covers attitude and love is certainly a major part of attitude. Love without conditions.... TOTALLY WITHOUT CONDITIONS.
Also - it shows just how close people become - even through the media of internet..... thus training, inspiring others and motivation are a BIG part of building online teams!
True connections "just are"....... and with many of my friends at Adland I am developing that kind of connection with...... Thanks to Bogdan and Adland forums.
Here is our poem.
Signs along the Way.
You came to me as a gentle breeze
With a feeling, familiar and warm.
It was as if, our souls were joined
By love, before we were born.
It seems Love has no boundaries,
Not time, nor space, nor fear.
With us it always has been,
Just is, not there, but here.
We wander along life's highway,
And many a soul we meet.
But the connection we share together,
Just is.... and can't be beat.
The connection must be simply,
A sign from up above.
For we are never really alone,
Within us is pure love.
When that purity of love within
Bonds with the soul of another.
It transcends both space and time
From one lifetime to another.
The Deepest signs of love are rare,
They truly are a treasure.
And knowing you... it surely is,
The purest, truest pleasure.
Just is...are powerful words to say.
They really hold great faith.
To just let go and let 'Just Is',
Will bind us to our fate.
It is our joy and destiny,
To be bound by God's desire.
The waters of the Universe,
Could not put out that fire.
In His plan, what will be, JUST IS
And no matter what we do,
Signs of Love are his guiding force
To gently carry us through.
© Carol Skeggs and Neil Sperling June, 2003