Simpleton's Love

Simpleton’s Love by Odin Roark Which are we? Those who know Love is not object-oriented Or Those who worship individuals Responding only to reciprocal reactions? Might there be… Love without object or flesh Love which demands no entity But lives eternally A sentient ability to be To see Smell Taste Hear And touch the untouchable Except in truth? Like a desert of sand Our kernels of existence You Me Remain subject to endless dust storms That which life's turbulent patterns Stir up and foist on our consciousness As the only actuality Constructs of control Might such influence Be void of the principal of love? Could it be… In truth To feel loved To experience the act of giving love Is merely a willingness To be in that state of love With the tree The plant The flower The human Even the spirit Sharing the sublime Giving back A part of infinity’s passion As a way of Being? Yet We cling to human love so vociferously As if that were the quintessential manifestation When so many innocent caressable realities Our surroundings Earth’s infinite support system Asks for nothing But Our Unqualified living with the grace of love Void of any simpleton’s resistance