Fragments of Love

       Melb   Feb 2025

We call it love,
but we have made it small
A whisper between two hearts,

a thread exchanged in longing,
a bond measured in gestures and words

But love is not a currency
It is not given, nor taken
It does not run dry

What if all we have ever known is only a sliver,
drops drawn through a straw;

while an ocean beckons just beyond?

What word do we use to describe the feeling

of experiencing all the love that exists, at once?

Imagine being nudged, losing your footing,
plunged headfirst into that vast delicious pool

Drenched in love, drowning willingly
Intoxicated in pure bliss,

Swimming in the essence of existence itself

It lingers on my breath,

Its vibration hums in my chest,

Permeating every cell in my body, pulsing
Its luscious scent seeps from my skin,

glimmers left behind to illuminates my eyes
It drips from my fingertips as stardust

What a revelation, to tune into the very fabric of the universe

and discover love woven into its foundation

And I laugh, because it was always here,
Hiding in plain sight
Not something to be earned, not something to deserve

A shift so subtle it evades the searching mind
As a reflection on water, seen only when stillness takes hold

I wonder how long I have walked blind,
passing love in the rustling leaves, the hush of the wind,
mistaking it for nothing at all

A visceral truth once felt, a revolution
and suddenly the world is drenched in its shimmering magic

My love flows through the trees as the breeze,

caressing their leaves in delicate reverence,

so ecstatic they shudder in delight

It dances on the wings of a swallows,

Gracefully swirling in their elegant murmurations

It spills from the sky in a succulent downpour,
gathers in puddles, waiting to be touched

Floating timeless as a pastel sunrise,

an affectionate sun refracting my light

And I realize, there is no divide
I am not separate from this love
It is not outside me

It’s my love which coalesces the universe,

finding the extraordinary within the ordinary

Lurking behind the haunted eyes of strangers,

trudging down the street, hiding in their chests, unfelt

buried beneath doubt, denial, guilt,
as if love could ever be unearned

A lifetime spent severed from the essence of our being

We were born knowing
Love oozes from babies, they glow with it.

So unguarded and luminous, we are captivated,
until we teach them otherwise

This perverted from of transactional love

This unbroken chain of suffering,

Passed down unseen, subconscious.

From one lost generation to the next.

This pervasive illusion of unworthiness.

Yet beneath the rubble of stories we mistook for truth,
we remain whole

Love is not given in rations,
not a well to be emptied
It is the core of us,
the substance of soul

Do my lungs draw the energy of the universe into my soul?

Was my heart a gift from GAIA,

a shard of Pachamama’s infinite love,

left to beat this divine rhythm?

Fated to forget, cradled in the chrysalis of disconnection,

yet within me, an ancient knowing stirs, a silent call to remember,

to awaken, to unravel the veil of illusion,

and unfurl into love, infinite and whole

Am I not a quantum expression of the universe,

experiencing itself in exquisite subjectivity?

Were the soles of my feet Kissed by a million shards of diamond,

so I might tread the earth more gently, softly, lovingly?

Are we not fragments of the infinite,
shards of the cosmos housed in fragile bodies
with a whirlwind mind?

But when I still myself,

reach past the noise to feel for what is real,

the core of my being

I find this vast, radiant, boundless field of love.

Love was never missing
It was only waiting for me to listen