“Oh my”, I sigh, and look for more—
for more of Life to understand.
I know so much, and yet so little,
there is much, much more yet to explore.
I sigh, and look with wonder
on the wonders displayed before me:
such beauty, and such ugliness,
side by side…how can that be?
Look through eyes of childhood-- Life as child?
How everything was exciting and new?
How some things were so pleasurable,
that they must—nay, had to—be repeated?
Remember the shock at the first reprimand,
the dismay at feeling that something was not right,
that somehow it was only MY fault?
Remember the confusion?
Ah, the wonder of wonders:
the Love of Mother and Father,
or, if not that, of sibling, aunt or uncle,
stranger, or some other.
Such Love we seek, above all others—
the Love that reminds us of something else.
The Love is all we remember, and seek,
throughout Life—it drives us on.
The magic of that sweet moment of True Love,
when all of Creation lays before us,
and reminds us that It is, so that we may Love.
Such a gift is not to be squandered.
Sweet, sweet surrender to Love,
to All That Is. We learn it first in family,
then friends, then lovers.
Then again friends, and strangers from the same place.
What place might that be, we wonder,
as we look deep into the eyes of the Other.
Ah…yes! I remember Now.
Love Is All There Is.
There can never be any other.
© 2006 Valerie Olmsted
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