Love Loves

Love loves the honking horn

And the hand that honks it,

As much as the silence

That was before it.

Love loves the separating slur

And the man who slurs it,

As much as the sage

Who simply observes it.

Love loves the bee sting

And the bee that stings,

As much as the nightingale

That sings.

Love loves the critical thought

And the mind that holds it,

As much as the lover

Who holds me.

And while it is easy,

To delight and relax in the company

Of silence, sages, nightingales and lovers,

In every moment,

We can be,

The silence, sage, nightingale, lover,

Or stand defiant

Demanding love flow from an other

Before we let love flow through us.

In every moment,

We can be,

Love with all we see.

In every moment,

We can be,

Love loving unconditionally.