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Love
Love is a nectar pressed from a silvery grape plucked from the Unseen just hanging ever so slightly over the Garden wall into …
Of course the essence of it all is love
How else explain the hardest blackest
coal nugget turns to diamond clenched
in earth’s rockiest deeps?
How else explain a mother penguin
returning from miles away goes
right to her squeaking speaking offspring
somewhere in the middle of a few thousand
pretty identical penguins to our eyes and ears?
How else explain us all sitting here or
standing in a doorway idling our motors or
walking at a brisk or leisurely pace down a
crowded street at noon and
back to our comfortable chair or bed or
grave at last with God willing a
smile on our face?
The wave of it washes over all of us in its
tea-for-two billion tsunami its
sit-down-under-a-tree until enlightenment
earthquake its be-called-out-from-the-cave by
Gabriel standing on the horizon head
gone into clouds designation of
prophecy on Muhammad peace be
upon him with each gnat’s wing beat here and
in all starry eternity forever?
Love seeps through our pores blasts through our
walls bounces along sound-waves careens
down deer-stampeding mountainsides
and up opposite slopes into cascading
sunlight
It bubbles out of our eyes and back
into them again with
what’s in our hearts just as
everything we see outside is what’s really
inside us in continuous animated
conversation one on one face to face
with God
So it has to be the essence of everything or else we’d
be swept away faster than a gambler
sweeping his winnings into his arms and
running out the door
or swifter than anything sliding off the
surface of a rotating onyx marble in
space as it hurtles towards it doom
Each breath a star orchard
each shine a rosebush of voices
jostling their fragrant petals each moment for a
higher-pitched purer sound
Each love twinkle or love rush
proof of itself alone forever
inside and outside of time
both profane and sublime
12/17/2012 (from The Match That Becomes a Conflagration, unpublished)