[Thespiritexpress] Poem: On The Subject of Love

[Riantee Rand]

This poem came not so much as a response to Ed’s poem he read and posted last week, as much as what it brought up for me.
I used your title Ed, because it is on that very subject, I hope it is okay with you, I can change it otherwise.

> 
> 
> On the subject of Love – journeying with Ed’s poem
>  
> Sometimes, somehow, somewhere
> in dreamtime or elsewhere
> I am always saying
> goodbye. . .
> to the tendril waving in the breeze,
> to the caress of a curl on my face,
> to the whisper of wind through grasses,
> to the pounding of the ocean on impassive rocks,
> to the murmur of the stream below my house,
> the redwood orchid just opening in the forest,
> the delicious food I share with a friend,
> my daughter’s laughter,
> the sound of steps on the stairs,
> the coffee I bring to my lips,
> always saying goodbye to
> the scent of the hidden violet.
>  
> I mourn the moment that will never again be
> so I can welcome the next instant,
> the next event,
> the next face,
> in total innocence
> without gods or goddesses to pave the way,
> neither Morpheus nor Aditi
> will bring
> this twinkling of revelation,
> this barefoot instant of radiance
> your poem offers me.
>  
> Mary Mother of Jesus tells us
> that we, mothers, don’t give ourselves time to mourn,
> my son in conversation one day casually says,
> ‘trouble with this world is we don’t do enough grieving.’
>  
> I didn’t question where the message was coming from
> but I knew it was addressed to me
> as I journeyed along the poem
> absorbing the love radiating from ‘out there’
> like a salute to the inner love
> that now burns like so bright a fire
> it encompasses everything in creation.
>  
> The volcano is erupting
> let there be light!
> As I follow the path the poet traced for me
> I receive the illumination:
> when the giving and receiving in a poem is one
> we can remember our true self.
>  
> I have said my goodbyes, I have cried
> I have mourn, I have wallowed in nostalgia. . .
> All that is old can go now
> as I say hello to the New.
>  
> The poet gifted me a totally blank page
> to receive my poem
> with total trust in the eternal love that is in me
> and forever keeps me safe:
> the love that is in you who wrote the poem:
> that is all of us,
> creating in Love.
>  
> The subject of love is absorbed.

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