What is Love?
by, 11-01-2009 at 02:24 PM (2747 Views)
This is not by me, I lack the patience to write something like this these days. This was written by a very good friend of mine, here is a LINK to his dA.
His poems are always so emotional, and this one really hits home for me. That and I also think of Kagome and Inuyasha while reading this lol.
Love is the scent with the lotus born.
It is the silent choirs of petals.
Singing the winterís harmony of uniform beauty.
Love is the song of the soul, singing to the universe.
It is the balanced rhythmic dance of planets.
sun and moon light.
In the sky half festooned with fleecy clouds.
Around the sovereign Silent Will.
It is the thirst of the rose to drink the sun rays.
And blush red with life. Tis the promptings of the mother earth.
To feed her milk to the tender, thirsty roots,
And to nurse all life. It is the urge of the existance.
To keep all things alive.
Love is the unseen craving of the Mother Divine
That took the protecting fatherĖform,
And that feeds helpless mouths
With milk of a motherís tenderness.
It is the babiesí sweetness,
Coaxing the rain of parental sympathy.
To shower upon them.
It is the loverís unenslaved surrender to the beloved.
To serve and solace.
It is the elixir of friendship,
Reviving broken and bruised souls.
It is the martyrís zeal to shed his blood.
For the well-beloved fatherland.
It is the ineffable, silent call of the heart to another heart.
It is the life-drunk poetís heartaches.
For every creatureís groans.
Love is to enjoy the family rose of petal-beings,
And thence to move to spacious fields.
Passing by portals of social, national, international sympathy,
On to the limitless Cosmic Home.
To gaze with looks of wonderment.
And to serve all that lives, still or moving.
This is to know what love is.
He knows who lives it.
Love is evolutionís ameliorative call
To the far-strayed sons.
To return to Perfectionís home.
It is the call of the beauty robed ones.
To worship the great Beauty.
It is the call of humanity.
Through silent intelligences.
And a star burst of feelings.
Love is the Heaven....
Toward which the flowers, rivers, nations, atoms, creatures.....
you and I..
Are rushing by the straight path of action right.
Or winding laboriously on errorís path.
All to reach haven there at last.