I first wrote and posted this piece in Spring 2010 — and just pulled it out of the archives in response to Where is the Love?, this very personal and potent post by Andrea Scully at Golden Age of Gaia.
Love is looking for you
She’s peering behind the blinds you drew against her radiant glare
Bumping up against blossoms shuttered from her smile
Rustling among the remnants of disappointment and regret
Everyone in the garden is beloved.
Love is waiting for you
A golden chalice engraved with your name rests upon the table
While you sleep, she offers you a drop of nectar ambrosial
Her patience has no bounds
She will not leave until you let her in.
Love is calling you
She is so very close
Her whisperings all but lost amid the clanging din
Have you shut out her voice, closed your ears to the music?
She never tires of speaking your name.
Love is looking for you
Wants you to look back square in her face
Unblinkingly reveal the recesses of your heart
Gaze upon the simple beauty therein
Accept with grace the invitation as issued.
(and all this time,
you thought you were looking for her)
words divinely wrought 
Thanks !! Always inspiring!!
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