The Flow Of Love

I've never known a time when it wasn't there.

A refreshing drink in the dry heat of the wilderness,

A warm hug in a mug that reminds me that there is comfort,

Even on the cold, dark days of winter.

The shower that refreshes and renews,

Washing away the dust and dirt of the day, cleansing and cleaning. 

The flush of the waste that has nothing more to give,

The guilt, shame, and toxins removed as far as East is to West. 

The bath that restores, relieves the aches and pains of the day. 

The place of rest and recuperation that works its way right into my inner being. 

I've never known a time when love hasn't been there. 

Yet as I look back, I can see something clear - I turn on the tap and measure. 

I choose the start and the stop, the when and the where. 

I don't want a cup, a measure, a container of love.

I want to sit and be moved by the river unending,

Where the refreshing, renewing, cleansing, cleaning, healing, and flushing come,

Day and night without stop or start.

Where I hand over control, and say YES, to the flow.