Love is many things, it is honesty, patience, a ferocious defence of safety, love can be anger, even rage. It is true. The seed of much action can be loving, but so too can sitting quietly beside another while they suffer. We are all, each one of us, the things that make us human, yet we are none of these things, we are one. Namaste.
Poet: Ana Maria Santuario.
Book title: A Journey of Subtraction.
Excerpt: p.52 (paperback); p.38 (hardback); p.156 (large text edition).
Genre & themes: Poetry; Self-inquiry; Transformation.
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i am love…
I am not the body,
Decaying, growing old.
I am not persona,
Garbed and masked as told.
I am not the mind,
Babbling incessantly within.
I am not emotion,
To let go is to begin.
I am neither hate nor anger,
Perpetuated from outside.
I am not the fear,
In me it shall not reside.
I am not false happiness,
Constructed by a material world.
I am not the false being,
Truth shall one day be unfurled.
Yet, I am not the lost soul,
Thirsting for an answer.
Nor am I the disciple,
For I do not have a master.
I am not what is seen or heard,
Lie and illusion are told by sense.
But born amidst awareness is truth,
A Peace, A Great Presence…
I am Love.
I am Love.
I am LOVE.
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