One day love
opens the door.
In comes freedom, with a light step:
you've heard it before,
but that is just what happens, one day.
Consider it
a death of some kind;
a spiritual summons
from the highest tide of mercy;
a surge sweeps unwillingness to play, away.
Or else a birth:
Wonder, instead, moves in;
takes charge; raises a sail; before you can say
‘Why me? ' - you've left land-locks behind.
And it's ok
to float.
Every stony betrayal, each
cliff-fall refusal was not love's fault.
Look -
here are the greatest waves in motion
under the moon and sun.
Wisdom can soothe, of course, but real love still knows best.
Who comes towards you
across waters, walking? -
the Miracle of love, the King
of All the Elements.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your understanding to love is the greatest source for your beautiful poems