The Loving of Love
by Odin Roark

Which are we,
those who know
love needn’t be object-oriented,
or those who worship individuals,
responding only to reciprocal reactions?

Might there be…

Love without object or flesh,
love which demands no entity,
but lives eternally,
a sentient ability to be,
to see,
smell,
taste,
hear,
and touch the untouchable,
in truth?

Like a desert of sand,
our kernels of existence,
you, me, everyone
remain subject
to endless dust storms,
stirring up life’s turbulent patterns,
foisting choices on our consciousness,
arousing actuality.

Unfortunately, …

Many such settling of storms
are void of truthful principals
such as love.

Could it be…

In truth,
to feel loved,
to experience the act of giving love
is merely a willingness
to be in the state of love
with the tree,
the plant,
the flower,
the human,
even the spirit sharing the sublime,
giving back a part of infinity’s passion
as a way being… of truthfully holding to who one is?

Yet…

We cling to gender love,
companion,
marriage partner,
usually reduced to that which is common.

So vociferously we hold fast,
as if that were the quintessential manifestation,
when so many innocent realities,
like our surroundings,
long for our caress.

Earth’s infinite possibilities
asks for nothing but our unqualified
acceptance of the state of love,
void of any simpleton resistance.