love is an invitation
a rainbow nation.
love holds no mass yet speaks in volumes
has no number though it can be an equation
is qualified but cannot be quantified.
bespeaks all languages,
influences all flavours,
and slips inside impossible situations.
it is a noun
love is a feeling though no one is quite sure where it lives.
love is the master
love is an explorer, a seeker ,a traveller
poking around market places,
in and out windows,
over pavements and oceans,
through veins and arteries,
creeks and rivers,
in the currents of air,
the roots of trees,
in heartEarth time.
it is confounding
love is a woman, a mother, a daughter, a sister,
humbly on our knees we offer grapes and service,
stuffing her pockets with laughter and light.
it is invisible
love is sacrifice,
an offering made with no expectation,
little chance of success
and a willingness to give all that we are.
love is truth and truth is not the opposite of lies.
it has no opposite
love holds no judgement,
accepts us unequivocably
and whatever dark deeds we commit along the way
are shattered in its quiet brilliance.
love is not a fizzy drink or a chocolate sponge
not a bicep or a breast
not a child or a new car,
but then again,
in the moment it could be any and all of these things.
love is a possibility
a fighter without weapons
a teacher without a curriculum
a dog without a bone.
the humble steward.
happy new year