The Heart of Love

Sometimes surely the heart

Must crack open wide,

For love finds it’s way into the fissures,   

Then strikes us with a molten light

And sears us.

It leaves a permanent mark.

And it must be so,

Because there is nothing

More urgent or important than Love.

And yes it is a many splendoured thing.

But sometimes it hurts so much,

We can hardly bear it.

And yet we must

Obey the call of Love.

Feel it in our blood,

Pulsing in our body.

Reminding us of who we are

And where we’ve come from.

Even why we are here.

And yet sometimes the ways

Of Love are mysterious to us.

We become frightened

And lose our way.

Fear becomes our new master

And we follow it’s orders,

Gradually forgetting the ways of Love.

But only for a while;

For we cannot ignore our true nature forever.

The light within-

It will shine given half a chance.

It is always there flickering,

Waiting to ignite.

Waiting to create a forest fire of the soul

To wake us up to ourselves.

To re-realise,

That there is Love,

And we were Love

All along.