Love Loves

Love loves the honking horn
And the hand that honks it,
As much as the silence
That was before it.

Love loves the separating slur
And the man who slurs it,
As much as the sage
Who simply observes it.

Love loves the bee sting
And the bee that stings,
As much as the nightingale
That sings.

Love loves the critical thought
And the mind that holds it,
As much as the lover
Who holds me.

And while it is easy,
To delight and relax in the company
Of silence, sages, nightingales and lovers,
In every moment,
We can be,
The silence, sage, nightingale, lover,
Or stand defiant
Demanding love flow from an other
Before we let love flow through us.

In every moment,
We can be,
Love with all we see.

In every moment,
We can be,
Love loving unconditionally.