Spring arrives after winter
as the ice edge dissolves
at the rushing waterfalls—
and where to?
One follows another
and so with joy do bear
the stream of life.
Snow on the plow
snow in the hair,
when to love did it matter?
What has love
to do with time,
can Mind be battered?
The flow of tears
the flow of rivers
the flow of seasons
all purify
the mud
accumulated
by time, and its sludge
earth-bound … but
are not of life and love!
Sweet and soft
she speaks
but he
sighs, and a tear of winter
breaks.
A kiss of love offered
but cloaked—
can it return? Yes!
Take the kiss and
drink
the timeless nectar
of divinity—
its love
beauty
immortality
the ambrosia of soul
the perfume of love
to love and live!
It’s how Love designs
one and one—
and, one by one, to bind!
EMH
Rev. 2022
