Let my love be
maybe this is the answer, that I need to release and relinquish the ways of a world imagined that does not and never will exist. Build my own castle. Fill it with light and warmth and the baking of bread, with soft blankets and with an goodness so great that it cannot help but be an outpouring without expectation or regard, without understanding of anything except continuous generation, of regeneration, of building upon itself in the heart of a home that is mine, love becoming so large, so strong, so beautiful and so big that it cannot help but spill out and drench the world like rain that makes no requests and no promises but only falls over the earth, soaking the soil here and pouring over pavement there as it wends and winds until it finds a crack in the bedrock where it will trickle in, because sometimes rain falls and falls and falls without finding a place to pool, it only rolls along and never changes but keeps coming and it never stops coming from the ...