The Elaho - photo by Jon Merk
The river of love can
knock you to your knees,
when that tall dark stranger's heart
develops teeth that would
consume your essence,
if you allowed it-
a napalm strike that levels
the landscape of the heart,
scorched earth devastation
in its wake,
from which all of your foliage
must begin to grow anew.
This is when you will discover that love
- real love, not napalm-love -
is the river, the ocean, and the droplet,
one drop an ecstasy on the tongue
after times of great thirst.
After passing that class,
you enter Being 101,
discovering your true identity:
minute, one solitary drop in the turbulent sea,
and vast, part of the ebbing and flowing,
of the largeness
of the ocean itself.
of the ocean itself.
Fall in love with the way
the moon splashes stardust
on the surface of the river,
irradiates the pond with an
unearthly radiance,
lights a silver pathway across the lake.
Beyond,the dark and lumpy
mountaintops huddle
like the hunched shoulders
of an indolent giant,
the moon a bauble for him to bat
from side to side.
Let the evening breeze whisper
endearments in your ear,
translated by the silvery timpani
of the leaves, falling
from their accustomed branches
without attachment, without regret,
free of fear.
Learn to fall like that,
in love with the whole world,
and you will never
be alone..
Allow your heart
this most glorious
pilgrimage.
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