Love (II)

The night reveals
the All of life
to eyes that
do perceive
within the shadows
that surround
the prophesy
that brings
to life, the
All of life –
the promise that
renewed
brings forth the
heart of All.
It’s love.
In ecstasy,
in passivity
amassed.
It’s love.
In
the disease.
It’s love.
The reprimand
that given to
the child
reveals the
lesson of
revealing All
unto itself.
Love.
The notion
and the answer.
The gift and
the receipt.
The potion that
cures all
ills.
Love.
The word
in all its forms.
The truth on
fervent brows
that revel in
the mystery
of muses that
expound
that nothing does
exist
outside of its
repose.
It all leads to and
reposes
in the rose
and in the
thorn.
Love.
The presence
and the essence.
The myth and
truth revealed.
The mystery unfolding.
The path that
brings to reel
the soul, the
Divinity,
the moth unto
the flame.
Perception and
reality.
The promise
now contained.
The reason for
the journey.
The path unto
itself.
The heart with
all its
yearning.
The passage now
to dwell.
Belief and
annunciation.
It’s love, in
All its
course.
The promise
now revealing,
it’s All that
All is
worth.
Love.
Love.
Love.
No other word
to say.
The Alpha and
Omega.
The beginning and
the end.