Sometimes,
the Love that I feel seems directed toward someone,
some lost or missing one that I love.
Sometimes,
the Love seems linked to a longing,
a loss, or a yet to be.
This sense is stirred most often by music,
a lyric, a tune,
it yanks on my roots like a Tree swaying in the wind.
Just now,
I know it’s about reconnecting with a deeper level of Spirit,
than I’ve allowed this lifetime.
A calling,
back to a way of being,
which we have long since put aside.
Sometimes,
the Love that I feel seems directed,
when really It’s all around me.
The Wind speaks,
I need only listen and Feel,
allow and remember,
Know.
Peter J Quandt