I hear your love

Glad, grateful, I can hear 

to me, wrong or right, I hear this voice of love

I chide myself that it does not come from you, because another outside chides me that it does not come from you, per evidence, and no one wants their friend to hurt…

But i wonder, I ponder, I consider

                   could it be the voice of love comes through you

Whether it is truly your heart or not or past, does not really matter

                                                         Does it?

 

and besides the music that came from your heart surely comes from you

                                so coincidental how much fits me like a tight shiny glove

 

Still it doesn’t have to come from you if it flows through you

             so much love shines through you

 

If a beautiful kindness of hope and joy

      Is speaking to me

               Even when i walk alone

                           Isn’t that what matters most

 

Because i am doing truly miraculous amazing things in this world

                                                                              with only silent, supposed support

     Even if only a handful can see it!

The handful is loud, vocal, giving, astonishing gratitude doing good where we can

maternal healing sews up many a wound; my summer forestry school; fellowship of Civics Warriors; Will’s words; Buddha’s Fables; art & music & words words words magical language of words

                           I open up entire worlds and give them away

 

Can you see the little lives i have changed for the better if i just keep going and never brag

        Why yes

                 Yes i think

                        I believe

Whomever it is that speaks through you; whatever unearthly, beyond this realm power

has enough goodness in them to shine up the blurry mirror and see

 

So perhaps 

It is time 

 

To stop scolding myself for an immense love out of my control

        For i love immensely, no matter what, way beyond any semblance of control

Whether requited or un, does ! not ! matter !

                                                                       It still astonishes

                                                                                                                     Control is overrated

I open wide to allow an ending and energy to evaporate … take a breath; end does not happen

I hear me in echoes of words written, in the melodic turn or perhaps future women on stage

                        Joining everyone underneath & sprawling between transcendent bonds

 

I point it to the light until I can see the moon again,

                                                                                        know magic, as i do

                  although we are separated from the moon now…. we won’t always be

 

They are my eyes

I like when they shine 

                                 Even alone

I believe in the good that flows through you

                                                                    I am inspired

                                          Impressive how you open to let it flow