Love

 

Love expanding as a breath fills breeze

that touches face and limbs.

Love descending as a seed

to ants and little stones.

Love as iron drips in fire,

congealing as pearls.

Love ascending as oil

soaks ground in black,

as summer fire, wind blown in terror,

abandons trees in wild night.

Love as dawn breaking, dew falling,

leaf greening,

and tranquil, a pool in the east.

 

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