Short thoughts on love

Flames from my cabin's fireplace
Flames from my cabin’s fireplace © Raymond Hines

Often in this society
when we believe
someone loves us,

We’ll soon discover
they only love that
which we can give them.

In desperation
not to be alone,
love is service —
given and taken.

When they say
“I love you”
in service,
it is untruth,
a curse.

Real love can’t
be communicated,
nor in service.

Real love is an
unconditional life
between beloveds.

Real love is a
knowing between two,
as proof of that life.

Sometimes real love
feels like a curse,
but it is a growth of truth,
inwards and outwards.

Real love is a
singular, continuous
path taken together
to reunion with
All That Is.

Real love *is*
All That Is.

2 Comments Short thoughts on love

  1. Jill Green May 17, 2014 at 5:05 pm

    I LOVE this poem. If only we could all live that love.
    I’m sending it on to Bob.
    I love you. mom

    Reply

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