Topic: Love

[Jaharkta]

Sonnet CXVI

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
   If this be error and upon me proved,
   I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

   -- William Shakespeare

[mayflow]

I will tell you what love is
and I will tell it so simple
Love is an energy that simply flows
when you do not think to possess it
for if you think to possess it
away it goes.

Love is a mem'ry
that's forgiven the trinkets
of words and actions unkindly taken
Love is that which is never mistaken

For it is just pure love
and whilst it may be sometimes stirred
and sometimes shaken,
it remains always love

A pureness of energy above
A pureness of energy below
A pureness of energy is Love
and pure Love is real
and not just for show

ps It is also the magick
of the Universe
that all of us
 innately know

[Jaharkta]

All my inhibition left me in a flash,
When he robbed me of my clothes,
But his body became my new dress.
Like a bee hovering on a lotus leaf
He was there in my night, on me!

True, the god of love never hesitates!
He is free and determined like a bird
Winging toward the clouds it loves.
Yet I remember the mad tricks he played,
My heart restlessly burning with desire
Was yet filled with fear!

~Vidyapati
(spoken in the voice of the beautiful Radha)

[Jaharkta]

At night the moonbeams cast our hearts;
Through shadows, woodlings see
Two lovers from a starlight hide,
Whose souls fade in the sheen

The unsurpassed joys drop in time
Like cones from evergreen;
Collecting those which fall to root,
We pluck love's plenty clean.

But love your absence never takes --
The echoes coyly tease;
In circling -- gone like autumn birds --
Your ghost is left with me.

If honeysuckle saved the rose,
Then ivy swathed the tree.
A robin's remnants soothe the soil,
I'll keep this love with me....

VLambert

[goggle-eyed dandelion]

Love is This, Love is also That


Love is the road that leads
Our souls to union vast.
Love is the passion-storm
That sports with our vital dust.

Love's child is emotion-flame. 
Love's eyes are freedom, fear.
Love's heart is breath or death.
And love is cheap, love dear.


Sri Chimnoy

[nakashi]

love,
delicate
like a rose
in bloom
so gentle
sweet the scent
opening all our senses
to the joys
and beauty
all around

love,
strong and sure
as the evening wind
picks us up
gently moving us
hither and yon
this way and that
taking us
soaring
like baby birds
in springtime

love,
is like a remedy
a secret magick potion
a drop or two
placed in our cup
the taste will last
a lifetime
once savoured
stays in our
hearts
forever more