Ripples 14 Wednesday Sep 2016 Posted by feralpoet in abundance, Creating, Immortal, Infinite, joy, Love, loving, movement, mystery, poems, poetry ≈ Comments Off on Ripples An act of love is a stone dropped into a body of water: It ripples. The world may be unresolvable but you can still make waves. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...