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A CLEARING FOR LOVE





You, you don’t know, the origin of all magnetic responses

And how you are lured into your present melee of circumstance;

What passions are borrowed from some primordial time?



We do not love like a flower that is pollinated in the spring and

Thereafter wilts; we love from all the unquenchable brewing of

Of a perpetual sap rising to reach innumerable leaves of being.



What came before was an infinite landscape, that at some time

Ago was clouded and eventually became clear; and in that clearing

That was intermittent, we came together to love in this way.



What came before was wrecked mountains, dried riverbeds and

Moons pocked with craters; such previous decimations allowed

For this clearing ever since  angels sang in the very beginning.



We don’t know what came before the initial spawning and how

It overcame these decimations, but love endured from this elder

Blood where most of them lay gored by the sickle of time.



In this new ground space, tilled from all that immemorial past,

Grows new embryonic being that takes no cognizance of that

Clouded past but waits for that new clearing to love once again.



In our own inner landscapes we make that same clearing from all

Our previous decimations just as the hard winters and perpetual

Dissolution clears the way for growth and renewing springs of love