Love Poems (Part III)

There's nothing that feels better than Love. So pure, whole, full. At least, it is when you allow yourself to Love without keeping your fears at your side.

I recently met a beautiful woman whose name will go unmentioned here. But she knows who she is. So for this third installment of Love Poems, I've included one that I wrote about her and the incredible spiritual experience she's given me.

The second is my reaction to fights about religion. I think the point that is missed -- and the only point that mattered in the first place is that God is Love. Forget the rest.

Much Love to all of you. ¡Muchos abrazos!

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The Tree

When I met you, a tree took root among my teeth

and budded into a million words,

ready to take wing into song.

But each was silenced by your next breath,

carried into the wind by the birds.

And having forgotten everything

I had thought to say, I grinned stupidly, spellbound,

while the tree grew tall.

My God

Arguments about the nature of God—ridiculous as arguing

about the mirth of flowers.

If you want to talk about God, stop speaking.

(And if you must express something, let it be a gentle smile.)

If you want to talk about angels, look up at the birds flying high.

Instead of bickering about the roads that lead to heaven,

walk down one with no cars but a thousand trees,

and you’ll recognize the angels among the stars.

And if you want to witness God,

turn to your lover and thank her for being.

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(P.S. - Be sure to read previous installments of Love Poems earlier in the blog.)