Being Love

don't look for love
in rainbows or rain,
don't look for love
in places or people, in vain;
look for love within,
as you peel off layers of skin
grown over old wounds,
holding pain and light within;
break down those walls you've built,
brick by brick if you will,
for love needs no shelter,
love flows free, love is still;
look for love as you dig
deep into your own past,
use the earth that you till,
to build an altar for love -
a space where you can rest,
welcome others and yourself,
where you can celebrate free will
and always be your true self,
and when you're all done
digging and looking for love,
lay your naked self
on the soft, warm earth,
looking up at the stars
in the majestic night sky,
let the whispering winds
from the galaxies beyond
clothe your bare form,
let the eternal fire
from the primeval stars
keep you warm,
let the wild waters
from vagrant, icy comets
flow through your tiny veins,
and know that your human form
that crumbles to dust when you're gone,
is made up of the same cosmic dust
that gives form to the mighty stars,
the planets that square your moon,
and the black holes that swallow things up;
you are here to feel this in your every cell,
so rest gently and surely into existence,
open yourself to all of life and love,
and in that breaking open,
you will grow wings
to soar like a bird
into the infinite sky,
you will know love,
you will  BE love,
with nothing to fear or hide.