Poem: Love

Although there is a mild exposure to the emotional and mental phases here, this poem expresses the side effects of love as opposed to the revered Kahlil Gibran's Seasons of Love. Not the kind of love our over-culture perceives, marriage, brother, sister, parental, or lover-ship love. Love in pure consciousness. Pure presence of all that there is. Pure existence. Love knows no walls and touches all. A kind of love that has no end. That kind of love that heals as it walks hand in hand with death toward the path back home.
Harp by Catherine Librini

Transcript

Love cannot live inside each other's pockets,

It needs to aerate,

And cannot be reduced to words.

Much wider than you and I,

Its present dilates vastly.

There's a deep peace across the moors.

Love,

Like goodbyes,

The sand that stands upon the shores,

It seeps and permeates from your gaze and paws.

A living presence that needs not tell forever and ever,

Because its essence has no end.

That kind of love fills my sight with boundless rolling hills of golden sand.

And love's only ask is you relinquish all it is not,

To be given the love that keeps on giving.

And though love ripples beyond,

Beyond,

I am still heavy with the weight of living.

For the love is a sacred need,

As the desert floor hungers and luscious rain.

Love does not remove suffering,

Instead,

Like grace,

Tender as a gentle breeze to the warm air,

Love will soothe your pain.

Love compels embrace.

To be touched by love is ceaseless as the ocean's breath,

Without a pause,

Love's existence.

I am stunned.

I am awed.