Not Merely Mutual Recognition But also Dazzling Resonance

 

 

Love comes only when

it comes as hearing kindness—

one that shows how far

the soul has opened up

its ears for a kindred heart,

 

and how well the soul has learned

the art of listening for the presence

from which good thoughts rise.

So when the heart finds its words,

those words will sound and speak

 

what the other has meant to be—

his soul's return, her own remembering.

And though they deem it lunacy

to cherish someone so within one's heart,

this sweet insanity grants what the loveless

never find.

 

And thus we fill, slow and gentle, with living light—

what we then grow and carry deep inside

like wheat: ears rising, arching spikes—

with seeds and songs for lives to come,

once more entwined, fresh with memory of heart.