With Tender Thoughts and Rising Sighs

swans at morningAlmost every day, when I open my eyes,
I find myself loving the world.
Believe me, if there’s one thing of which I’m certain—-
I could not force love from my soul….
The energy to embrace is either there,
Within tender thoughts and rising sighs—
Or it is not….

Watching family of white swans
Swimming down the lake in morning light
Makes me want to cry…. Here in the mist,
Eyes dilating under the mighty flame,
Heart expanding and contracting in my chest.

Perhaps I view the world as through thick glass,
Distorted by eager arms and longing eyes….
Why is it that as soon as I am conscious
I am loving yet again—
As though there’s a bond so strong
That love and I are One…..

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