Poems ✍️

‘I love him – that’s why we’re together…’

‘I love her too – but sometimes
we drive each other up the wall…’

If your past, mate, were her past –
this person that you ofttimes love;

if her pain – which she does not
herself understand, yet feels;
(and always at the wrong time for you..):

if her self-awareness – sometimes
so sharp and so perceptive –
matched at every moment
your fluctuating, sometime
equally sharp, perceptive, own –

then, you would think and act
exactly as she does…

ah, there’s forgiveness;
there’s compassion; and there’s peace;

and then, there’s only - love;
there’s only love.

Love is always now;
and then, there’s only love.


(With acknowledgements to Eckhart Tolle…)