WISE LOVE

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm…

Master of Love…

Where does your wisdom come from?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

Dear Ones…

What makes you think
it is mine?

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm…

But you speak it.

Sometimes.

Then whose wisdom is it?

Love’s.
Love’s?
Love’s.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

Every hand
that ever reached
for another…

Every creature
that sheltered its young…

Every stranger
who shared…

Every friend
who stayed…

Every soul
who forgave…

Every voice
that rose
for someone unheard…

Every seed planted
for someone
not yet born…

None of these
stands alone.

They are drops
in an ancient ocean.

Notes
in an endless song.

All the Love
in the Universe
speaking together.

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm…

Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?

Wise Love…
Wise Love…

Speaking through the ages,
speaking through us all.

Wise Love…
Wise Love…

Always there to guide us
if we listen for the call.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

But Master of Love…

If Love is always speaking,
why is it so hard
to hear?

Because another voice
speaks loudly.

Me.
Mine.

I know.
I’m right.

See me.
Hear me.

Choose me.
Praise me.

Protect me.

The little self
can make a mighty noise.

But you cannot hear
the ocean
while listening
only to one drop.

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm…

Then quiet the mind…

Quiet the mind…

Not destroy it.
Not deny it.

Just loosen your grip
upon it.

Let go
of needing the answer
to be yours.

Let go
of needing wisdom
to wear your name.

Become still enough
to ask:

Love…

What do you see
that I cannot see?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

Wise Love…
Wise Love…

Show me what I’m missing.

Wise Love…
Wise Love…

Teach me how to see.

Beyond myself,
beyond this moment,
beyond the little world
called me.

Wise Love…
Wise Love…

What do you see?

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm…

Long ago,
beneath the word wise,
was an ancient idea:

To see.

And Love sees
farther than the self.

Love sees the hungry
before the number.

Love hears the quiet
beneath the noise.

Love sees the wounded
inside the enemy.

Love sees the child
inside tomorrow.

Love sees the forest
after we are gone.

Love sees the consequence
beyond the moment.

Love sees the whole
where I see
only my part.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

Wise Love…
Wise Love…

Show us what we’re missing.

Wise Love…
Wise Love…

Teach us how to see.

Beyond ourselves,
beyond this moment,
beyond the little world
called we.

Wise Love…
Wise Love…

What do you see?

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm…

Master…

How do we know
when it is Love speaking
and not ourselves?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

Listen deeply.

Does the voice
make the world smaller…
or larger?

Does it draw the circle
tighter…
or wider?

Does it ask:

What can I get?

Or:

What can I give?

Does it whisper:

Look at me…
or:
Look at us?

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm…

Look at us…
Look at us…

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

Deeper, Dear Ones.
Deeper.

Until even us
becomes too small.

Human…
Animal…
River…
Forest…
Ocean…
Soil…

Those who came before us…
Those who are coming…

All belonging
to the same sentence.

All belonging
to the same song.

Wise Love…
Wise Love…

Speaking through the ages,
speaking through us all.

Wise Love…
Wise Love…

Older than our knowing,
wider than our walls.

Listen…
Listen…

Love has been speaking
all along.

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm…

Then Master…

Is this what you do?

Do you become
the voice of Love?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

No, Dear Ones.

I listen too.

I am not
the voice of Love.

Sometimes
I simply become
quiet enough
for the great choir
to pass through me.

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm…

Through you?
Through me.

Through us?
Through us.

Through anyone?
Through everyone.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

Love does not need
a Master.

Love needs
an opening.

Love does not need
a Master.

Love needs
an opening.

So open…
Open…
Open…

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm…

Wise Love…
Wise Love…

We thought we came
to give you wisdom.

Wise Love…
Wise Love…

But you were giving
wisdom to us.

Teach us how to hear you.
Teach us how to see.
Teach us how to lose
the little self
inside a greater we.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

No Master.
No owner.

No single voice
above the rest.

Only millions,
billions,
perhaps more
than we can imagine…
every act of Love
joining every other,
every note
joining the song,
every drop
returning to the ocean.

And somewhere
inside the stillness…

Listen…
Listen…

Can you hear it?

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm…

I hear you.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

Listen deeper.
We hear you.

Deeper.

We are listening.

Deeper still…

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

Wise Love…
Wise Love…

All the Love
in the Universe
speaking together.

Wise Love…
Wise Love…

Always here.
Always near.
Always speaking.

If we can hear it…
If we can see it…
If we can be it…

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm…

If we can hear it…
If we can see it…
If we can be it…

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

And for one quiet moment
we stop speaking…
and Love
sings.