Walk softly, love...
those winding labyrinths of my heart.
alight well those unlit chambers,
long forgotten by the flame.
breathe your passion into me...

Kindle the fire, so that I may breath in
the essence of your warmth...

Walk softly, love...
gentle footprints through my air.
I would be such breeze there
as your scent and presence lingers
sing your music into me...

Gather me as wind to you and through you,
until we are indivisibly, us intermingled...

I often wonder when searching for love...is it an actual person or perhaps more the all encompassing divine love of Infinite Source. Such as it is always available within, but why do we seek to quantify such with the need to seek and see such in the eyes of another. It is such an intense longing within my heart at times a longing I cannot forget a feeling so fierce and confused. Then again I am at rest at peace accepting of the manner of being as it is. I read the words we are beloved of God...feel such on an intellectual level...but not with the intensity that I felt for an individual when the poem above was written...yet even though such indicates the singularity of a being ...it also to me evokes a beloved more expansive than just such. Fierce yes and confused also..yet so familiar.