Another Vision of Love

As one begins to Inquire

What it means to say

I love you, I fall into wonder

And questioning, and perhaps

Some truth of my habits of confusion.

For It has mostly been

An “I” loving a very specific “You”

Leaving little room for honesty,

Spontaneity or change.

What Love’s in me is not small

Or limited to One or Many

It is a expression of Oneness

That is flowing into a moment of time.

The smallness of personal love

So often denies the divine an entrance

And while waiting patiently,

“We” often despair in her absence.

So I speak to that within all

Who long to love greater than pain

And loosen the bonds of love

To embrace the grace of what is.

What love arises know no bounds

And so have become loves

And in that found the loss

Of wanting anything more.