Love Is

Love is not contingent

On any one, or any thing

It depends on nothing

And is everything

Love is free

It is the rain that falls from the sky

And the clouds that make the rain

Love lives in silence

The unspoken language

When two hearts sync up and souls talk

Love is a cracking open of the shell

At its center tender, and vulnerable

In one word ‘strong’

Love is an opening of your palms

And allowing your life to unfold in them

In its own messy & mystical way

Love loves the messy

And the one who can give herself equally

To the mud, and to the Light