Remembering

You are Love,

But Love knows not.

Love has forgotten itself.

In the mother that holds her child,

Love tries to remember herself,

We call it care.

In a father beating his child,

Love tries desperately to remember,

We call it violence.

In the jealous lover bounding himself to his beloved by tears of fear,

Love forgets itself,

We call it attachment.

When Love remembers,

It embraces everything by letting go

We call it freedom.

Love, then, blows with the wind

And shines in the Sun

It gives itself up,

And receives herself, totally.

Love knows no boundaries when she remembers.

The Love that comes out of a comma,

The parable of the prodigal Son.

Remember,

Remember,

Return.