when love meets unmet needs
in a world of scarcity
it’s like a lake whose
bottom opens up
to the centre of the earth
like the vortex
at Lake Peigneur
that reversed rivers
with such a force that
new waterfalls came out of nowhere
and nearbye vessels got
whirled around in chaos
until everything was swallowed whole
and the lake disappeared into
whatever crevaces it could find
or like the mother
who gives birth
knowing they won’t ever get to hold their child
love doesn’t meet needs
or solve problems
or resolve emptiness
or find anything lost
or heal anyone
love flows with prejudice
which leaves only one option
for us all
to ever be able to experience love ourselves
we have to accept love
with love
of our own
which is patient, kind, gentle, self-controlled
and
excludes envy, self-seeking or keeping records of wrongs
and
does not envy, or brag or delight in evil
and
rejoices in truth and love wherever it’s found
and
protects and trusts and hopes
and perseveres
love is not a limited resource
but it sure as hell doesn’t take on whatever form
is demanded
it can only be experienced through
compersion and your own capacity
to love others
