LOVE IS IN THE HOUSE
LOVE IS IN THE HOUSE
Love is in the house,
here’s the construction plan:
Love constructs us before we know our name or game
Ancient blueprints draft our living frame.
I and I are Love,
Thou Art That
is in our bones.
I and I are Love,
in that,
in thou,
we roam.
The builder and the building share one throne.
Love isn’t just intelligence
humming in our heads.
Before we draw a breath,
love sets the code,
Love enters us
big and bold.
The strength of love’s design determines the structural load.
Few things assemble without constraint or law.
Few things assemble without context in the great dark maw
So what is forming us beneath what we can see?
What constructs this body, this story, this skin, this ability to be?
What is this pattern we’re living in?
Love’s great designers write blueprints from within.
Have you checked the Love Quotient dear ones?
Love is the ultimate math, the calculation that amends and amends.
We must know our own light before picking up the hammers and saws.
We can’t build great houses while seeking applause.
Love is our puppet master, subtle on the threads.
We are love’s puppets, we are what fear dreads.
Love builds the best house, the best theater my friends.
We are the children of love, born of holy fire.
We are what love builds, what love desires.
Love is our castle, sanctuary clear.
Love protects us when the storm draws near.
Walls made of awareness keep love’s signal strong.
Love allows us to be conscious
and unconscious too.
Love allows us reflex,
thought, and view.
Love builds the system before neurons spark.
Love builds the system while still in the dark.
Love is the foundation under joy and grief.
Love posts and beams hold strong against doubt and fear.
Love’s structures bring relief
when we stand strong.
We’ve been Love’s Carpenters all along.
Presence stands firm in the shifting sand.
Presence lays the floor where we stand.
Compassion frames the beams upright.
Compassion frames them through the night.
Courage is the doorway swung wide.
Courage is the frame and the hinge fear can’t divide
Forgiveness roofs the house of pain.
Forgiveness roofs against the rain.
The threshold opens — love welcomes us inside.
Joy cuts windows into shade and lets sunlight infiltrate.
Wisdom tends the hearth we know.
Wisdom keeps the embers aglow.
Storms may pound but the hearth remains.
Love is in our cells and DNA.
Love is in our atoms’ sway.
Love is in our atoms’ sway.
Love works at every scale, every detail, and cosmic trail.
From quark to galaxy,
love’s patterns prevail.
Love is our lens, our filter, our sight.
Love is our ruler measuring right.
Love’s calibration turns noise to light.
Love quantifies our mechanics inside.
Love qualifies the currents we ride.
Do we condition love or does it condition us?
Do we shape its field or yield to its trust?
Love is our physics and metaphysics too.
Love offers both wave and particle views.
Love lets us be solid, liquid, and air.
Love lets us dissolve and reappear.
Love is our energy and battery too.
Love is our database and healing interface.
Love’s System restores with mercy in place.
Love isn’t an abstract designer drifting above.
Love isn’t theory wearing white-gloves.
Love is traction, action, muscle and movements.
Love constructs you, love constructs me.
Love constructs us in deep ecology.
Building love inside, we use love as our ruler.
Building love for others, we are love’s tool.
We are love’s carpenter, building Love again and again.
We build this Love, beam by beam.
Loves great arches widen the span.
Love constructs us in the dark and dawn.
Love constructs us when hope feels gone.
Love’s Architecture stands long after fear has withdrawn.
When love constructs us, there is no drifting in fate.
When love constructs us, we participate.
Love constructs us — we are one and the same.
Love constructs us — it’s the ultimate game.
Love constructs us — we are one and the same!
Love is in the house..
Love constructs us — we are one and the same!
Love is in the house..
Love is in the house..
Love is the house!
Love is you, you, you!