ON THE FEROCITY OF LOVE
It is, on this rainy gray day, I meditate on gratitude. In this bleak opaqueness, it is easy to notice only that, especially after too many long seasons of unchanging gray. It is easy to feel drained of hope for anything better to come.
Yet in a simple meditative state, how the breadth and wholeness of life shows up in all its many colors as a gentle reminder back towards my own fierce life force.
Gratitude appearing as a sliver of light on the horizon–my senses tell me as I watch its arrival. It’s Love calling home, coming to find me. Not that I was ever for a second lost to it. Support arriving–beyond circumstance and suffering, of which their is plenty.
My senses inform me, tell me of it in creatively innate ways. In touch of hot and cold, skin and touch, a stroke of kindness or endearment.
I breathe in aromas of love cooking in the oven or the familiar aura of another, the smell or warning of danger, of jasmine in spring.
I witness love in the eyes of a friend, blossoming pink Dogwoods flowers or brilliant white, ship like clouds sailing upon a blue sea sky. I see where love is not felt. I say a prayer or extend a hand.
And on it goes.
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Oh, Spring!
You have my head swooning in every second with your too brief beauty, my head turning this way and that---
I must admit I'm drunk in
love.
Tell me, what shall I do?
I'd gather you up and carry you,
but I'm afraid, held too tightly, you'd die in my arms.
Better i carry you inside my heart.
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Oh, Spring! You have my head swooning, turning in every second this way and that. I confess, I'm drunk in love with you! Tell me, how can I see anything but your too fleeting beauty? I want to gather you up and carry you near my heart, yet held too tightly, you'd die in my arms.
WHEN I LOVED YOU
When I loved you, when we were strong as trees,
rooted in green, when I said yes to everything—
it was easy to love.
Your legs
sturdy as trunks, foliage thick as spring,
where has it gone, my dear?
We had our years in laughter, in plenty or little
back when we bent so easily in the wind.
We were foolish with love,
spent it down to our skin, ’till
there was nothing left to say, and
you sent me away.
Near a lifetime’s passed,
I don’t always think of it so much,
so much water and so many years come and gone,
but truth is,
I love you—yet winter’s here,
branches stripped, their leaves spent,
too much weather in limbs sweeping the ground.
Still it’s been a lifetime of loving you,
though not like when we were young.
Yet here it is—
alone or together, husband, brother, companion
and friend, in sweet and bitter,
in axe to the trunk—oh, I remember
all those springs and summers when once I loved you, when
we were young.
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Dear Life:
