Why Do You Love?

by Trishuwa

“Why do you love?” she asked.

The invisible presence.
The divine ingredient.

Can this be named?

I try, we try.

My voice, my tears, my yearnings
create words of love for the divine presence.

In the silence between the words
my heart fills with devotion.
I am ensouled with love.

I see the divine in your eyes,
feel it in your touch,
the breathing in and out of you.

I surrender my heart to
that which cannot be named.

Dedicated to Mel Shapcott

Journal, Volume 2 Issue 10