Is it love to want another to be nice
And give to her in hopes an offering will comfort her strife
Or is it Love to see through that inner angst
That explodes as bitterness, anger and hateful
To that place that knows she embodies Spirit as image and likeness remains pure and innocent…
Is it Love to await his warmth and respect
Or Love that sees through his constant rage and hate
To that place that know he exudes Minds knowing
Courageous on his own not in constant need of another’s “well done”-ing
We have a choice when we face one another
What will will love
what’s shown on the surface or what lies deep within beneath the murmur
But is it Love that tolerates surface and reacts
Or better still to walk on and remain at distance
I have spent decades believing if I stayed on it may allow another’s changing
And of late find deep healing when
I walk on
Holding in thought their true
But seeking real now to play with…
My heart to yours,
Tre ~