Love isn't a solid

you
are a spring
of fresh clear water

washing clean
where blackness
has blinded

a spring of fresh  clear water
dissolving all solids
all masks
all ways

hold on to nothing
because there is nothing solid
to hold on to

invisible is what you are
without a body

ideas
are invisible

can never be destroyed
or altered in any way

the unseen is the blazing--
Love isn't a solid!

yet She runs like wildfire
through all that is

you
are a spring
of fresh clear water

completely formless
ungraspable
yet running through your very own veins

expired
inspired
uplifted
continually sprung

completely out of your control

not one blink
under your authority

a vessel of pure generosity

see yourself inside a flower
growing
watching
marveling
as one more voluptuous!   magenta!    petal!
timelessly
u -n-f-u-r-l-s ...
in the morning light

pure grace

the syllable
falling
off your lips
dripping into your own ear...

that car engine...purring....

watch,
the snap,
krackle,
pop!

without a past...
pop!

it all just appeared!

you
are
a spring
of fresh
clear
water...

so grateful,
so amazing...
so curious...