sweet child of origin

I am convinced
in hard times and in ease times,
all that really matters
is Love.

Love takes many forms and behaviors. Love dons many outfits. Love goes by many names.

But one can recognize love
by the look of authenticity
a feeling of palpability
a clarifying quality

like innocence.

A nourished, stark skin-like realness, ebbing with the fullness of stars.

Able to be present, yet permitting and ungraspable.
Like space you can't see with a lone naked eye,
but something One can feel with All of You.

Love seems to smile
underneath all expressions.
In hard times
and in good times,

let's throw love on our backs
like the sweet child of origin
and dance well beyond the needle of midnight
portending nothing else ever existed.