Being Love

I walked by the shore

Carrying a seemingly heavy burden,

Almost at the verge of sapping,

When I had a chance encounter with love.

Masquerading as a gentle gust of wind

that played and teased and danced

Before it turned into a heavy gust

And shook me to the very core.

What can one do but breathe in and out?

Little whiffs of this perfect storm

Which I sense with awe.

An encompassing love that reveals

the fullness, sweetness and tenderness

of the many shades of love.

Enduring purity like a mother’s,

Silent strength of a father’s.

Faith like a friend’s, as steps match

and measure stretches of land on a long walk.

The innocent trust in a child’s love.

It evokes a lover’s love, with a shared breath

Fingers entwined under a canopy of stars.

Glimpses of many shades of perfection.

What can one do but learn in the presence of love?

Learn to love, unencumbered by delusions.

I pause, I pray and offer obeisance

As I learn to be love, to be loved.

Light as a feather, I waft with this wind

On an endless journey transcending time and place.