[Thespiritexpress] Poem: On The Subject of Love

[Alene DiDio]

Exquisite 

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> On Apr 13, 2022, at 10:46 AM, Riantee Rand via Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org> wrote:
> 
> 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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