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A Love Poem



Love.

Roots in the heart.

Center.

Of everything.

You could possibly imagine.

Me.

You.

We release love.

Let love go.

And we open to love.

Gather love in.

Pull it toward us.

Absorb all that we can.

It's what feels true.

Best of all.

Clear.


Many are known to surrender to love.

Give in.

Allow it to permeate all.


Breathe love in.


Breathe love out.


And in between, fill the space with as much of it as you possibly can.


It’s a tall order (impossible) to hold love so very close,

but do it anyway.

Try.


Send love far and wide.

All of it sometimes (impossible).

Try because you know about how it works.

There’s no containing it.

There's no lacking it.

It is there to be.

To be Love.


Like you,

Like me,

Like us,

There is Love.


Love is infinite.

As am I.

As are you.

Enormous.

Powerful.

Dangerous in the wrong hands.


Love is intimate.

Private.

As am I.

As are you.

Beautifully so.


Love is everyone’s.

And nobody's.

It's public.

Hidden.

Raw.

Imperfect.

Shameful.

Ugly.

Boastful.

Humble.

Afraid.

Fearless.

Blind.

Dumb.

Tricky.

Tempestuous.

Impatient.

Eternal.

Timeless.

Fleeting.

Ever-present.

Loyal.

Impossibly real.

Famously ephemeral.

Infamously undefinable.


Love.


In the end it’s all we are.


In the beginning it’s all we were.


And in the space between it was, is, always will be there.


In between the beginnings and endings of all of our comings and goings, our wakings and sleepings, our ups and our downs, our joys and pains, our truths and lies...

We will always be Love.


So what’s the fuss all about?

Put your hands upon your heart, Darling, and know that you are what you seek.



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