In the Silent Fire of Burning Love

The silent echoes are like quiet winds; you can feel them but you can’t hear them. You can feel them but you can’t see them. When your love abandoned my heart, it filled itself with your love’s flowing spirit; fueling my heart like winds fuel a sailing fire. Indeed, the fire that burns is always hot and cooling water is no match for the burn. True love is as hot burning fire—flaming! Remember come on baby light my fire? You don’t go about making love; love is. What’s love got to do with it? Love is it! True love is beyond all fear and doubting and always seeks the nourishing of self as fire-seeking fuel to keep on burning hot. Let not your love be as the fire of burning hell; rather let it/love be as heaven’s sunshine: As John’s gospel love; as John’s love supreme. Yes indeed, something gotta hold on me; and it’s got to be love.