Unknowing

Part of me wishes that we had never met.
The rational “get your head in the real world” part.
That voice that speaks with a shaking head and wagging finger,
“I told you to mind your own business! This is a bad idea!”

But, of course I didn’t listen.
I never do.

They say that the heart wants what the heart wants.
(Whoever ‘They’ are.)

Now, I have seen fields of green grass speckled with
White and Purple flowers.
I’ve inhaled deeply of the fragrances that waft about after the morning dew
Has slaked the thirst of the plant spirits; Yarrow…Comfrey.

Sol, rising to His strength, warms me and illuminates my path.
Pollen, floating, infuses the air with the sweet taste of Honeysuckle.

Now, I Know things. Your face, your hair, the shape of your eyes,
Etched indelibly into the deep crevasses of my mind.
Written into the very fabric of my soul.

How, then, is it possible to Unknow?
Can I Unkown me?
Is it conceivable that I could Unknow love?

No.

Would that I had voice to sing you to the stars!
My tongue would form the words of praise to our Love
So that all in the Cosmos could see and hear
And Share, together with us, this Gift Given

Received in Love.