the rhythm of love

Sometimes I forget

That love really is the source

Of everything

Lost in the artificial dream of the world

I lose my way to the soul

That is most often found

Within the silence

A silence

That is anything but empty

And when the noise of other demands

Dies down

Then it is

I realise the truth

Of what it is that most nourishes

And sustains

Time spent embracing the moment

Bu way of opening

Without grasping

Tasting

Without choking

Touching

While opening myself

To feel the true sensation

No longer numbed or disturbed

By the ignorance of negation

As my heart beats in time

To the rhythm of love