love

all love is one

through which we

breathe in our pain

and the widening

where joy flows,

where life finds meaning.

all love is one,

but sometimes we

can get nearer

with our awareness,

feeling, touching,

understanding

and giving.

what does a stone 

need, a caress,

a tree an embrace?

does the river

feel our tears

and  birds our

longing to fly?

what do you need

or you or me?

how do we learn

to let love be

neither hungry nor

running in circles:

it is always present

and we cannot

take the gift like

children who are

too busy playing,

building towers,

and crying for more

as life is so rich

that nothing is

enough in one day

our games,

playing alone,

how to leave,

how to go home

when the time

comes, the crows

call each other,

and sleep and death

take us away.

take us apart.

take us.