Awakened Love

In the undulating air of a hot summer day,

I ventured forth seeking quiet truth,

When I fell for a motionless old woman

Smiling calmly while sitting on the bus bench

Having conversation with…

I know not.

Might it have been love?

Heat oppressing,

I wandered further away to

The beach where its cooler presence

And Sand Piper nodding,

Pecking,

Running,

Being,

Reminded me love comes in all sizes,

Shapes,

And sounds.

A visceral profusion of awareness timelessly in wait for the asking.

These kinds of innocent realities

Are the heart’s treasure trove of love,

Without the need for gifts,

Forced words of persuasion,

Void of having to amend

Or excuse unread or unwritten messages.

Love of the apple blossom flowers,

Its sharing of aromatic fragrance,

Asking nothing in return.

So many ways to love

Where covetous behavior need not be a factor

And acceptance of simplicity remains compatible

With the often complexity of purpose.

A place of solace…

Allows my love to experience the wingspan of the protector,

The spirit of hope,

The smile of peace,

The exhalation of kindness and its sweet breath,

A love of that which is often unnoticed,

The nakedness of the heart’s generosity unabated,

That state of emotion is likely the place of

Awakened Love.