its sung about
its written about
its lost and found
its over-whelming
it weakens the knees
its for everyone
your enemies
the very small
the over-grown
its hung onto
and slippery
and revered and adored
it makes frowns
turn upside down
its tingles
and it seers and burns
it obsesses
and it dresses up
and it mows down
the mightiest steed
but
its misunderstood
over-sought
not given out enough
its not a commodity
its not in how you look
its in what you down
it cannot be planned
its a verb
its an action word
its not just for special people
its for every one
in every land
its for your enemies
its for your least favorite species
its for the Earth
its for the sky
its for you especially
please grab its hand
and when you take it
give it back
as often as you can
with respect
with insight
with care
with zeal and honesty
with intention
make it part of
your daily life
make it your
life's study
your alpha and omega
your beating heart
your great joy
give of it freely
believe me
it will come back
just when
you hadn't planned.
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