On Love - Again
What I mean by love is
not the hedonistic pleasure of loving someone
the love that i mean is not something one can give.
It is not something one can possess in the first place.
The love that I mean is there. It is always here, too.
It cannot be produced
for in its attempt one will forget to receive it.
The love I mean is the fabric of you and I and everyone we know.
It is what makes music and art and dreams.
It is what grows trees and roots and blossoms, too.
It seeks for recognition
It seeks for open arms
for it is the spirit that is sent from the sun
to keep the world together.
It is the only fuel we need.
And it is all there
and it is always here, too.
It is in the breath
and in the heart
it is in every cloudy day and in every word we say
It's when we are-
when we are
that we can
what is given.