Mark on Love
In choosing love or fear,
I aimed my bow
at the wrong target
I spent effort
releasing arrows toward
solid blocks of ice continents,
creating sharp edges,
til the mass broke away
shouting its victory
chant of isolation.
My new inquiry is
to make the mark
on love
Let the heartfield
energize my flow
of tears
Wake my prana
for joy and purpose
Watch the rivers flood
as the gates
wash away
with no sense
of remembrance
Kneel with thankfulness
overflowing
as Grace and laughter
enter my heart.
Written by Angela Savitri
