Upon Seeing You Cry

Love is like water. I am love. You are too.
If you crack me open, I do not break
rather, picture a pebble momentarily splitting the water's surface
and then, the quiet stillness resumes.

Water, like love will seek out the holes, the crevices,
the places that seem so solid and hard
Water will find a way in. Make the material vulnerable
soften and wash away the excess. Transform it. Gleaming.
Water will round out the rough edges or reflect you back to yourself
as a rippled mirror.

Have you ever watched raindrops run down your window and blissfully unite into pools?
Were they ever really apart?
Or did we just imagine them separate,
for the glory of watching them reunite.

The sacred dance of ocean waves frolicking to and fro
Lila in motion. Part to the whole. Wholeness itself.
I am sure if I looked closely enough I could see myself in your teardrop
and perhaps there - we could float downstream into the ocean's rolling currents.


  1. Your words by-pass the mind...
    they flow straight In to the Heart

  2. Whow! That's truely beautiful!

  3. This is really wonderfully and fully expressed