The Mind will Never Figure Love Out

loveI shared this poem with a couple of friends at the recent Diamond Approach Teacher’s Training. Prakash asked that I post it, so here it is.

As for the title, the poem starts as a question, perspective and understanding follow, and it ends in surprise

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Here is something I don’t understand

often love carries a brand

Circle K or rocking bar

defining whose or what we are

A burn on the hip; a name off the lip

possessiveness and ownership

Some confine love to the head or the bed

and try to improve it with something they’ve read

Many believe that love can be given

to and from it others feel driven

Do you think we pick and choose

that love is something we can use

Something earned and often planned

subject to payment on demand

When love’s a commodity traded around

it’s no fucking wonder it can’t be found

It can’t be given or sent to a friend

those thinking this are around the bend

Our minds will never figure love out

the paradoxes keep it in doubt

Love is more a taste or a flavor

making our life something to savor

The seers and prophets down through the ages

philosophers, magi, and even the sages

Say love is the very fabric of life

it can’t be divvied up with a knife

It’s finer than silk or gossamer wings

penetrating even the densest of things

This includes you and certainly me

and it isn’t subject to any decree

Love is the Life, blood of the soul

complete in itself, making all things whole

Swelling the chest, melting the breast

the heart’s beloved wandering guest

A bee to the flower, a moth to flame

blessing all with only one name

O! that the selfish, lonely and cruel

would come and steal this precious jewel

The alchemy of this hoarded treasure

transforms a man of any measure

The strong go weak; the powerful meek

the lamb and the lion dance cheek to cheek

Revelers bathe in liquid moon shine

hearts are drunk on rosewater wine

Drunkards are dancing; children are prancing

wounds and hearts the Guest is lancing

The beat of the drum; the flute and its hum

sweetens us up like a ripened plum

Love cascades in a quiet crescendo

opens the door and enters the window

Love is an ester flooding the room

making us all a bride and a groom

No one is spared; nectar is shared

more and more bosoms are being bared

The heart is birthing; constantly mirthing

the mystery, IT is unearthing

Flickering light; darkening night

curiosity quickens the heart’s delight

The night is afire, a joyous choir

an ecstatic dance within this pyre

The fire dies down, we don a green gown

deciding to take this party to town

Smiles on our face, we spill from this place

letting the children set the pace

We make a great noise, disregard poise

and giggle at all our conduct annoys

The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker

will never again be our heartbreaker

Love is no longer tied to a thought

or seen as something that must be sought

Love is what we’re never without

regardless of all we’re bitching about

So I hope these words in part convey

Good God! I forgot what I started to say!!!