Why do we hoard it
Saved for a rainy day
A special thing
Sacred
I blame religion
Worshipping just one deity
In trying to love only one person, one family, one thing
We limit ourselves
Why not love a community
A country
A world
Everything
And everybody
Why not love all those that are unloveable
That are right up in our face
Saying
I hate you
I hate you
I hate everything
What they are really screaming is
I can’t love myself
So
Love them too
Love them more
Even if you have to close your eyes
Go deep within
And find the part
Buried deep
That never goes to sleep
But love
Love every thing
Become limitless
Throw it away
Waste it
Like it’s the paper we burn
The trees that we fell
Waste it
Throw it into a bright sky
Let the rubbish piles
Reek of love
Let it become as resistant to decay as plastic
Hand pieces of it to the kids that look lost
Light up the street corner homeless people
Let them glow with having been tossed
Love that costs
Nothing
And let
Every passenger on that blank stare bus
Wake up
And be loved
By the trash paper strewing
Of a thing called love
Waste it
Just waste it
Throw it away
Lay it on so thick
The whole world is blanketed
And we can’t look anywhere
Without seeing it
Let the broken hearted
Whose romances are lost
Look wider and broader
Instead of shutting down
Doling out love
Like we’ve got a surplus
It fills life with meaning
It becomes a purpose
But only when it’s given away
If you want to choose anger
Rage
It hurts you
Why not rearrange
That emotion
Choose love
It becomes a bottomless well
And the more we draw from it
gets passed around
becomes domino effect changing town after town
As a mining resource it is endless
It powers people and business with tremendous
Unlimited
Renewable energy
Just
Waste it
Throw it away
Please
Just waste it
Throw it away
I wrote this very fast and wanted to go back and edit it – make it more masterful – but there was an innocence to it that I preferred. Like the little child in me wanted to speak up, be heard – and that little child in us all – knows far better than the more complex adult we become.
So here is a poem – from my inner child – to yours.
The header photo is my dogs who despite being very different are all so kind to on another – and yeah they loved the hell out of Bodhi’s wool fleece this morning π
Beautifully written π I wear a shirt (probably too much) it says “In a world where you can be anything, be kind.”
As I’m navigating my health this is exactly what is coming up for me. Not matter what happens I can love at all times. Some days are better that others though π
Itβs cheap and free and it makes us feel amazing to throw it away so why not. Thanks for reaching out with your reply – I hope your health improves soon too. π
Outstanding!
Thanks guys π
Straight from the heart. This poem says it all and should be on every Valentines card.
Thanks Len π good morning – lovely to hear from you.
Your canine companions compliment your words so well. π
Thanks – it was so sweet of Bodhi to share her bed around ππ
Heh, heh, heh. π
Oh I can certainly understand this. Why love one thing exclusively, when you can love so openly with acceptance and understanding? If only more people could drop the hatred or bias they’ve been exposed to their whole lives… maybe this world would be completely different.
Wouldnβt it be love π ly – oh well one day