We are all learning to love.
We come into the world
under love’s warm embrace,
and unlearn what we know,
but what we know is strong,
patient, sincere and wise,
and it could not disappear
with our grieved forgetting.
Love waits for us to wake up
one morning, acutely aware
of a loss so great it hurts.
The play of our heart extensions,
the limbs of our sacred bodies,
moving, reaching, grasping,
a restlessness and yearning
that defies love’s true nature,
and so we finally come to see:
it is not working for me anymore.
All that we beg for with our love,
and demand from love in turn,
so sure of what we are owed.
Love waits. Will always wait.
When our pushing and grabbing,
our fears and our doubts
fly into orbits, only to expand
the sphere of our suffering,
when we lie in a heap, exhausted,
love comes. A whisper in the ear.
A warmth filling the body whole,
just enough for us to accept it,
to feel the umbrella of protection,
and through the primal shock,
love infusing every part of us,
so that we can fill the world,
with the entirety of who we are.
– Tammy Takahashi