Where Love takes us ...

Now I write with fullness and Heart
where want and want not, are gone,
'tis not my way to flaunt affections
'nor by this become undone ...

So we to write with all that comes of Love and awareness full,
by this inner sight our minds are never dull.
Love is the current and stream within that flows from our eager Heart,
so to pen our feelings and thought is where we have to start.
Love is round and reason crooked, a doubting path alas,
for by what reason kills our Hearts have found,
a Love that ever was...

It's so easy when we bloom inside the Heart with wonder,
for doubt is but a thought we can change,
when we look within and ponder.
First believe in nothing, then I say, belief is unnecessary in a way,
as Love is the jewel, the wish fulfilling gem,
by this feat we come to Love again and again …

Where Love takes us, a journey,
a spiral, often feelings are circular instead ...
your flowing words are making as if to speed towards
the falls and the whitewater crashing there are making rainbows in that mist.

... a wake up call and a beat with Heart,
to fearless compassion and doing your part ...

Time is a wounded reason
by which we are assailed with a thousand cuts of hurry and desperation.
When broken we fall into the mud and look there
as if for the first time and all is as one
where Peace that timeless affair has come!

So too with Love we've circled
all our lives to affection and desire
when doubt killed that gentle stirring.
We made our hearts to burn with strife
with shackles we built into our life.
… doubt is the Heart killer…

... a smallish voice, a gentle stirring,
inside our Heart does cry, that witless reason,
casts the doubt from which we dare not try,
to Love again as whole with courage,
and knowing not this wound, the vanity of reason recurring,
another doubt is found, so dare to Love and dare to change
the mind is ill from pain, take the high road and take full measure
and Love will come again ...

We break to accomplish many more aches,
to wonder and awe we move
that by this we come again and again,
to unreasonable Love ...

the grind of weighty shallowness,
we all fall there when materiality is all our care,
but to shine on a Heart of wonder,
and sing sweet songs,
demands we dive deep into uncharted territories,
there are no maps for the places of the Heart!