What is love?

What is love we ask

Often when our heart is breaking from the lack of it

At that moment turning deep within

We may feel the void of an aching emptiness

That we fear will bring us completely undone

As we find ourselves again

Hovering over that deep dark precipice of suffering

 

The want of love

Is the want of touch

Of someone whose eyes mirror back to us

Deeper truths that lie in our souls

Just waiting to be discovered and revealed

When we find ourselves lost

By the one who is willing

To open the shut gate in their own soul

And so teach us the way

Back to our own

But this is perhaps only possible too

From the ones who have opened enough

To embrace their own heart

In all its weathers

Or else just was lucky enough to have been filled from a young age

Within that place

So that now they encompass

And contain a well spring of love that is divine

So very far from just the mind

 

What is love?

It is the question we ask so often

In the depths of despair

And the answer only comes

At the end of a long journey

We so often never chose

But was really nothing less than

An opening

To our spiritual destiny