love, beyond desire

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
~ Kahlil Gibran ~



love, beyond desire

centers herself into each petal which falls
like a cascade of water droplets, pink in innocence
delicate in her liquid

wild in her growing among fields of ferns
and cedar trees we smell from a distance
a breeze left on our forearms

clutched in prayer, essence releasing
in each moment of garden's gratitude
worn stones hurled out to sea-

sand particles, tiny flecks of gold
tracing the path to her own little girl
who has fallen into the wishing hold

a renovated beauty,
ready to roll,to freely rise up-transmigrating
all tributaries, a shining chalice cup



Kate Lamberg
8/20/11