Then, just like that, it comes
When you least expect it,
they always say. But,
to your surprise, you find
you are not surprised,
at all. Love is like that.
It sprouts when the peace
of the long winter has so warmed
the ground of your being
that it may finally extend
upward its tender, coiled chutes,
reaching forth strong and slow
that you might know
a circle of embrace,
sun above, life below. You
have moved beyond
expectation, been danced right
into that sanctuary of knowing,
the place beyond place,
space in between spaces,
into the face you have come to see
as the source of your very own.
And it comes, in the turning
and returning, no other face to see
any longer. No other way to live, but
in love.
©Heather Barron
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