Tentative love, like a bubble
blown through a child’s wand.
Pop, and it disappears.
It’s like the falling of all daisy petals
with one single uttering of
“He loves me not.”
Really, love, LOVE, is more like air
The more one exhales
the more rushes in to fill our lungs.
It is like the ocean
whose tides never cease
dancing with the moon.
Like the hummingbird’s wings
that flap with such fury
you can’t even see them.
So give up this crazy idea
of love as a dissolving mist.
Love with impunity!
Love like that rescue mutt
who never leaves his Master’s heels.
Love like that sacred mesa
that hugs the earth,
with unshakable constancy.
Know that all the love you play on your flute
echoes back as a symphony.
Photo: Plaza Blanca, near Abiquiu, NM
Love this Lesley
Thank you, Tom!
Simply beautiful! It hits its target within.
I’m so glad you enjoyed it, Sherri. It is a fun goal to carry out in the world. Very daring!
I simply love the title! It is genius. It is the call to all of us to see beyond our perceptions of right/wrong, good/bad and I can/I can’t. We are to love it all!
I so appreciate poetry that is filled with metaphors as this one is. The last petal of the daisy’s uttering, “He loves me not” is heart stopping. The mutt, the hummingbird, the mesa hugging its Mother Earth — all are powerful and each delivers the message a bit deeper as they are presented.
Brilliant poetry, beautiful message. All In for Love!
Thank you, Rudy. As you know, your encouragement means a lot to me, seeing how you are the Poetry Wrangler in these here parts! I am happy that the metaphors showed what was coming through to me. It is really the assignment we have been given here, and it is the most beautiful and daring one of all.
Poetry Wrangler — You’re so funny!
You are right that loving with impunity takes courage. I am starting to scratch the surface of that understanding. Transitioning from heart-centered love to the higher love feels like a loss to the mind, and following that higher love takes daring and determination. Such a beautiful channel, you are, m’friend.
Maybe I should come back as a rescued mutt, or maybe a rain bird. I actually thought I was reading a Rumi poem. So happy to have joined The Inner adventure.
Thank you, John. I’m happy to hear you’re enjoying this sharing. And I know what you mean about the rescued mutt–I have so much admiration for those humble creatures.
Thank you, Rudy. Yes, what you say about that transition is true, and the payoff immense. The heart-centered love can be so weighty, while the third-eye love is pure floating bliss.
Lesley what a beautiful channeling on what true love really is like, your use of metaphors to compare true love to that of tentative love is so magical, and such wonderful contemplations! Before MP I tried so hard to find this true love but just as you so eloquently say, what I found was,” like a bubble blown through a child’s wand, Pop, and it disappears.” What a blessing it is to now realize that our true lover is waiting for us inside our own body temple, and just with a simple redirection of our attention inward and upward, we can drink abundantly and become one with our Master (also our true selves) and again to use your words,”Love with impunity!” I also really,”Loved,” your photo of: Plaza Blanca, near Abiquiu, NM!
Thank you for your kind response, Michael. I too tried very hard to find love on the outer, and at times still do. However, now I know that the love I seek is within, and when I love that true self, all other love comes easily. Such a relief.