I Left Firewood
In my poems, I let eloquence have its say,
and wisdom too and mirth,
for they can be needed companions
as you navigate this dimension and others
Wherever you have dreamed of going,
I have camped there,
and left firewood in anticipation
of your arrival
Try this someday: When you are packing or moving
any simple object around
imagine your Beloved’s hand
as your own.
And then it might become it,
if just for a second
but a wondrous, true moment
would be enough
for the integration to begin -
the melding of you and light.
One of Pablo Neruda's most popular love sonnets reads: “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” Sometimes I think true love is wanting someone to always be there with you, regardless of what you're doing, regardless if there's anything planned. Notice how Hafiz says a "simple object", which is often how love itself is realized - the day-to-day happenings just seem richer by being together. Sometimes, that's how love continues too, you're together again "just for a second", when your mind is lost on a long drive, during the tail end of your dream right before an alarm interrupts, or glancing through rainfall obscuring a windowpane.
"I think if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts." - Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenia
Tell Her About It, (1983) Billy Joel