A poet reminisces:

“When one loves, 

the other repeats that love back, 

so one usually drinks of the love.”

As we bath in the heavy swell

of cool, large waves, and

in the brilliance of a morning light,

we are accepting our lot in a spirit

of an inner sight—O my Own! Then—

we fling that little self away,

new joys guard a bright increase

of a love divine so whole.

Let us follow that Bliss!

But what if touched by flames

as we walk over burning coals?

One just needs to know that blame,

a fear, i.e., is in the rear of a moving soul!

Then fear be merely a memory,

and we are wise to let dissolve

this ice edge all the way

around the heart, and see how

like snowflakes, it melts away in the

sunshine of a regenerating, spiritual law.

There is a width and depth in Love’s mercy,

like the width and depth of the blue sea . . .

and love appears as it emerges right now.

-eva-maria hogrefe

(July 13 @10:36am, 2013)