Musings On Love

Love, it strips you

Other times it dresses you

Sometimes we know what we want with it

Other times we simply don't

Or at least we act like we don't

There is nothing ignorant about love

Nothing unclear about matters of the heart

Though we make it so

To sustain the conflict of being human

Anyway, i too have sown seeds of what i know

And acted when they grew, as though

They were fruits i could not know

This is really about all kinds of love

Contained within human reality, and

Not much to do with the one which sustains us 

As source, the one which is center.