wisdom in a jug
reflections of love

to all who love

the heart 
can only know
what is in the heart

cannot be taught
what it does not
already know

 

 

 

 

forget
who you are

to remember
who you were                

we are all leaves 
on the tree of god

even if we fall
he will know us always

if we know him
for a moment

 

high tide
the current of love
pervading the shore of intellect

low tide
the current of intellect
relinquishing the shore of love

 

 

 

 

                    doubt 
                    burns up
                    the oxygen of love

i read somewhere
be flexible

and yielding
like water

and found myself
drowning in myself

 

 

 

 

faith is the ground
love, rain

justice the plough
forgiveness, seed

 

 

tinder-like thorns
of self-restraint

burn like incense
in the heart of love

 

 

 

whatever they may chance to bring
despite what they conceal within

the gentle shore unquestioning
allows tide on tide to come in

 

 

pain is the shore
where love comes to rest

not even prayer
is so singularly blessed

 

 

 

time
would not exist
were it not for love

 

 

one wing
of love

is speech

the other
silence

 

 

 

sometimes we need to be like stones
lie in streams where we have fallen

become a means over the years
for others to step across in safety

 

 

 

i would be more than i am
if i could be less than i am

 

 

i have spent years knocking
where there was no door

a lifetime searching
for an ocean - from the shore

 

 

 

i get in my way
i cried

you get in mine too
you replied

 

 

 

sometimes

i am the bird of the morning tree
i am the flower of rain's melody

i am the sky sweeping to the sea
i am the horizon of eternity

 

 

 

i cast the net of love upon the sea
the water flowing through is for me

 

 

in flawed loving
seek flawless love

 

 

do not think you love me if you do
your loving me could be your loving you

lose yourself in me and you
will find me loving you

 

 

we are
what we love

become
what we are

 

 

 

knowledge
is the garment of the heart
its stitches - god's beautiful names

 

wisdom in a jug
an empty cup
you said
pour till it's full

i tried and tried
finally sighed
and said
it's empty still