human beings are
made of love
but it’s often
trapped in
side.
between us
love flows
like the tao
across yin &
yang, through
time & penetrating
barriers of
space.
through the house.
through our hands.
through our laughter––
there’s nothing to
hold on to, not
even the
granite
mountain.
open
like a wave to the
beach
like a flower to the
sky
like a dolphin to the
stomach of a
whale.
& accept the
to & fro of
being
home––
absorbed in the
flow of everything
including
light.