This love rises above all other loves
it is noble
"separate"
only because it is so perfect…
You might think this then makes some loves imperfect…
No–
but we are.
We humans
souls dressed in this clay
desperately seeking the day…
This love I know
does not need to make old love
into an enemy
but instead seeks peace
knows peace
wants to make peace
just as much as some wish to make love.
But we do not let love take us enough
nearly ever enough
to build us into its image
we instead take sips
from a vast cauldron
overflowing
and call it the great love
but there is more still
that our narrow caged minds can know
this love destroys you
and your notion
of separation
and loss
and desiring to make an old love into a demon
or who is cursed.
We forget ourselves
as love
when we do this
and it is we who are cursed
as our bitterness comes back to our hearts
a hundred fold.
So let love take you deep into its chambers
and undo you
unmake you of who you thought you were
so that you might shine incandescent
as the self that you truly are.
Such a love requires a mad fool to follow it
or the bravest of hearts.
Let this love take you tonight
and show you the way
that the deep enveloping presence
of its heart can do
and go back to drink of it
ever thirsty
ever seeking
ever knowing
that has always been with you
with a certainty that makes masterworks
of this clay and soul
transiting this land once more
trying to get it right…
if we will but listen to the flower
blooming in our chest…
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