THE POET REMINISCES
“When one loves,
the other repeats that love back,
so one usually drinks of the love.”
As we enjoy walking 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
its ice edge all the way
around the heart, and see how
like snowflakes, it melts away…
There is a width and depth in Love’s mercy,
like the width and depth of the sea
. . .and love appears as it emerges right now.
