Love is Unmade
written by: Tony Ashenden
Who’s to say what love is, the chemistry
that ferments the unknown mix – how it begins?
In what heaven elements are made – and dare I say
is cause to make a human sin?
I walk here on the autumn brown leaf path
the bluebells drooping their springtime trumpets
amongst the ferns, hollyhocks and coriander.
Thinking of you, of moments love
triumphed over adversity, your soul
leaping to new dimensions of destiny.
How are we the architects of Loves’ perfection
still less builders of the leavening soul
when all attempt is born of sorrow and regret
in this our dusk and dawn-light prison world?
Unless… we receive Forces free of human hands
Powers sublime?
Be the child of the unseen Parent Mind
and trust. Affirm without analysis,
enjoy with emphasis. Listen, not as
the meek might -bravely, as the instrument
of Spirit, and by faith alone transform
intention into purposeful action.
I hear the cuckoo in the twilight calling,
first here, then there – now, and everywhere.
Do not be deceived. Love is not a force
your sensory nature is knowing of
either to hold or fix in time or place.
However, when you smile unknowingly
Give without considering, take with pleasure,
jump for someone else’s joy –you LIVE!
Knowingly transformed by Love’s power
and that something we yearn for is achieved.
And for this life that tempts the soul depart
no matter what the wise advise
this is all we truly need to know.
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