Love's Cherry Stone

Who knows love...really?

Try as we might
is not our effort but futile?

Just as beneath microscope
a snow crystal beguiles
even as it waits for nothing
as it transcends its outer appearance
defending its inner self

One's heart knows passion's rejection
usually finds a waiting scabbard
before reality of blood
becomes a Now forever

For one's mistakes understood
preserves life's warrior of chance
for yet another quest
another venture into discovery

Perhaps the I within
the only essence life knows
renders helpless the You without
attempting to create one from two

Might Love accept duality
knowing for every touch
there is that which becomes touched
for every breath taken
there is a breath given?

Is not being in love with another
but oneness with Love's state of presence
just as wind clouds of Nature's sustenance
know right the roots they nourish?

Forget not Love's cherry stone
as it remains the seed for yet another experience
a protective flesh to comfort its existence
'til its place of rest awakens once more