Why do we speak of love only at every turn?
Of divine love, of human love, of love's expressions in the natural world?
Only because love is the one substance and source of life.
How can this be in trauma and pain
Because in those moments one can most poignantly find love
For when the
Soul leaves the body it returns only to be once again home in it's divine state.
None of this matters now. And only ever matters in those moments of childish grasping and gasping for bliss
And so we watch the sunset and wonder at the movement of clouds the brush of his lashes, the way her smile opens each time you are near
O how I call to my ancestors and my guides, the ascended ones and magicians of souls enthroned in golden presence of humanness, please guide me to the way of love, to the way of my wholeness, to my meaning and value just as one petal is touched by the sun and nights sky.
Let me find in love the only reason for my presence here, be aware of my place in the cosmos as breath of love is wind lifting my wings in flight, feeling the sea lap and lick and kiss the changing landscape of who I am. So I feel freedom, as does every other creature on earth, who are my delight, comfort and hope.