How Big is Love
HOW BIG IS LOVE?
Dear Master of Love
Tell us true!
How big is love?
We are asking you!
We are asking you
How big is love?
How wide?
How tall?
Can it be measured?
Can it be counted at all?
How big is love?
Bigger than a star
yet smaller than a tear.
Older than the galaxies
and closer than your ear.
How big is love?
A seed asked the forest.
A drop asked the sea.
A spark asked the sunlight:
“How much of you is me?”
Love is…
Love is…
Bigger on the inside
than the outside seems.
Like a heart that carries centuries.
Like a pocket full of dreams.
How big?
How big?
A mother holds a child.
A child holds tomorrow.
Tomorrow holds a thousand songs
born from joy and sorrow.
A single word can heal a wound
forty years in length.
A single act of kindness
can outlive kings and strength.
Love is…
Love is…
But how much love
is one Liebetron?
One Liebetron?
Just one?
A universe beginning.
A doorway opening.
A forest hidden in a seed.
A future nobody can see.
A tiny point of possibility
unfolding endlessly.
Can you prove it?
Can you prove
a song before it’s sung?
Can you hear the symphony
sleeping in the violin?
Can you measure all the dances
waiting in a single drum?
Can you prove
the melody exists
before the first note finds the air?
Yet there it waits…
Can you prove
the harvest while the seed is young?
Can you see the orchard
inside the apple pit?
Can you count the forests
hidden in a handful of acorns?
Can you weigh tomorrow’s shade
while the sapling barely bends?
Yet the future gathers there…
Can you prove
the stars are inside a child?
Can you predict the poem
before the child can read?
Can you see the healer
inside the frightened girl?
Can you see the peacemaker
inside the restless boy?
Can you count the worlds
a curious mind may someday build?
Yet something shines there…
Can you prove
that mercy runs wild?
Can you calculate forgiveness
before the enemy becomes a friend?
Can you chart compassion
before the stranger opens the door?
Can you graph the widening circles
of a single act of grace?
Can you map the generations changed
by one person choosing not to hate?
Yet the rivers keep flowing…
Then what can be proven?
A seed becomes.
A song becomes.
A child becomes.
A people become.
And love—
Love is the becoming
that makes becoming possible.
And the Liebetron?
The smallest possibility
of an infinite relation.
The tiniest opening
through which a universe may enter.
The first yes
spoken against the void.
The first light
inside the long night.
The first thread
of a tapestry with no edge.
One Liebetron…
And all creation
leaning forward.
Every living thing
is proof of hidden expansion.
Every friendship.
Every rescue.
Every reconciliation.
Love is…
Love is…
The small becoming vast.
The finite touching infinity.
The hidden becoming visible.
The impossible becoming history.
How big is love?
How big is love?
Big enough
to hold the dead.
Big enough
to welcome the unborn.
Big enough
to carry every wounded heart.
Big enough
to remake every world.
Love is not an object.
Love is not a size.
Love is a doorway
through which universes arise.
How big is love?
Step inside
and find out.
Step inside
and find out.
Step inside…
And find out.
Bigger on the inside!
Bigger on the inside!
Love is bigger on the inside!
Step inside…
and find out.
Bigger on the inside!
Bigger on the inside!
Love is bigger on the inside!
Bigger on the inside!
Bigger on the inside!
Love is bigger on the inside!
Bigger on the inside!
Bigger on the inside!
Love is bigger on the inside!