Opening/ Possibility

01 Jan 2014 love


it's nice to love you,
    like 2 babies in a crib,
        smiling, playing,
             looking, touching.

               no ideas, no hope or worries;
            no future, no theories;
          no reasons,
       no blame.

a beloved face,
        a delightful sound:
               your voice,
a gentle touch: your skin,
        a soothing warmth:
                your heart.

I see the child in you,
        tender and defenseless;
                I look deeper,
                        and see my soul,
      the soul we share.


It's nice to love you,
	expecting nothing.
Naivete leaves me;
	dreams disperse,

It’s just me, in my life,
	seeing you, in yours.
Our paths veer
	like mountain roads,
		diverging, colliding;
sometimes touching, gently,
	for a moment or two.

This does not fit in any box I know;
	these moments pop into being, and pass.
There is a flow
	that cannot be followed.
These are our paths,
	not to understand,
		but simply to be open to their grace.

These are blessings beyond reason.
	I accept them.