the field of love

I am suddenly aware
of the field of love,
like the impeccable breath
that animates my being,
perpetual, suffusive, benevolent,
lifting me up and carrying me over
the steep mountains, self-inflicted suffering and unforeseen heartbreaks.

give in, give in, give finally in,
my heart says, you’ve got nothing to loose but everything to love.

"Good morning, Creation!
You are the best" 
what a way to start a prayer!  
I am learning, I am learning
to trust that I too am flowering
into the best expression of Creation. 



*This poem is for you all who uplift me and carry me over with your love these days...including Mama India and holy mountain Arunachala.