Countless moments have come to pass
Musing over concepts of love
Drawn on prevalent culture and norm
Love was given shape and form
True love was first set ablaze
In a newborn’s steady gaze
Her smile, cry, and humble needs
Replacing ideas that grew as weeds
It was the inward draw into Being
That set love free from ideas and things
To gush forth in an outward flow
Of her own accord, brightly aglow
Like water with no shape to claim
Taking the form of the pot it fills
Love flows through to one and all
Asserting in all ways, big and small
Here she flows as beloved mate
There befitting the smitten mother
Here again, as tender daughter
Fluid there as soulful comrade
Finding ways to serve and give
The only way that love can live
Not wanting a reward or fee
Fulfilled at last in being free
Powerful is she in wanting to flow
Outward bound from an inward goal
Forceful like a waterfall, abounding
Past the mind is love found blooming