What
is love
given that
it is not trade,
seeking an echo,
recognition perhaps
or dependent on exchange,
all these being ego cravings,
delusions rooted in mind-body,
attempting to stretch momentary joy?
Love is an all embracing outpouring,
enchanting fragrance of a flower,
non-judgmental, healing caress,
devoid of thought narrowness,
accepting one and all
just the way they are,
bliss in fullness,
compassion
touching
lives.