Love rains in my open heart,
remaining long after the
passing of the forms it comes through,
was_is always present; embedded as light in my cells,
awakened by tiny, tender acts of compassion, unexpected gifts,
delivered with a smile or tears.
Makes it's many appearances in the form of a lover,
daughter, father, mother, husband, friend, uncle, aunt, cousin, sister, nephew, neighbor,
a person I encounter without ever knowing their name.
A little bird singing a hymn for me, The sun and just how perfectly it's warming my body right now.
Sunlight and shadows dancing across the floor
while I'm meditating, casting my lotus Buddha form
as a shadow puppet show, for my psyche;
to become aware of, contemplate and honor.
