Saturday, February 1, 2014


Learning to  Love

Love is not the beautiful reclining woman...as I was told...
It is not the superbly muscled man on horseback... I had been sold...
but an invisible, permeating presence,
a shimmering mass of light filled particles,  making up my very essence.....

and I have said, in my own ignorance....
oh no, not me...not them...
Undeserving people, undeserving me..
but love did not listen to the whispers of my mind
instead,
simply,
loved me anyway...

and when I tripped, fell into its currents
somewhat reluctantly, allowing myself to be taken by it...
all that I ever thought I knew
about love...
drowned...
in its generosity

I began to realize that...
I had inadvertently entered its doorways
shyly peeked down its shimmering hallways...
and fallen in love,
with LOVE itself......

More bravely, then....
I have...
undertaken to explore its pathways
more boldly, begun to climb the heights of its stairways...
and in this time....
it has welcomed me,
in its kindness....helped me,
to fly.....
high..--
without so much fear of falling....
balancing still somewhat tentatively,  on the tips of its gossamer wings
it is,
to my surprise....
delighting in my company......