Pexels The ever-glowing tree
Leads down many avenues
When we are awake to love.
My love
Does not want to burn you
Do you notice the flame?
Do you notice the burning fruits?
The burning keyboard?
The burning buildings?
The burning food?
Do you notice the burning sounds of streetcars?
For all burns with the same fire.
My love
Does not want to destroy and distill you down until we get to the Truth
My love
Does not want to teach and dare you and ravage us to the depths of the eternal
We need to know that the heart’s love
Does not consume us
But burns
Forever.
And as the world’s heat
burns around me, and does not consume me,
My love
loves what is here.
My heart
loves what is you.
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