Love is a choice.
A noun. A verb.
Both.
Let it be done.
Let it be you.

It lives in presence,
in the essence of being.
Do you feel your presence?
Do they feel yours?

We carry it:
a heartbeat in the chest,
a shadow in the light,
a burden, a breath,
a flame we guard too close.

But a spark,
a sudden burst of light,
burns the dark,
sheds, connects.
It unfolds. It opens.
It calls the path unforged.
A signal, a door,
to the infinite.

Do you shrink?
Do you hide?
Do you know how to discern?
Do you know how to see
the difference between fear
and truth?

A spark can burn the weight,
not destroy, but release.
It can light the path
to here,
to everywhere,
to the edge
of what we thought was lost.

A presence that loves
not in spite,
but because of,
the weight, the fear, the silence.
A presence that does not abhor.