Simpleton's Love

To reflect this time of year, is to ask annual hard questions.

Simpleton’s Love
                  by Odin Roark

Which are we?

Those who know
Love is not object-oriented
Or
Those who worship individuals
Responding only to reciprocal reactions?

Might there be…

Love without object or flesh
Love which demands no entity
But lives eternally
A sentient ability to be
To see
Smell
Taste
Hear
And touch the untouchable
Except in truth?

Like a desert of sand
Our kernels of existence
You
Me
Remain subject to endless dust storms
That which life's turbulent patterns
Stir up and foist on our consciousness
As the only actuality
Constructs of control

Might such influence
Be void of the principal of love?

Could it be…
In truth
To feel loved
To experience the act of giving love
Is merely a willingness
To be in that state of  love
With the tree
The plant
The flower
The human
Even the spirit
Sharing the sublime
Giving back
A part of infinity’s passion
As a way of Being?

Yet

We cling to human love so vociferously
As if that were the quintessential manifestation
When so many innocent caressable realities
Our surroundings
Earth’s infinite support system
Asks for nothing
But
Our
Unqualified living with the grace of love
Void of any simpleton’s resistance