Love’s Ecstasy
Why do I assume I can control love?
As if I could keep it at bay or send it away.
When love’s claim I try to hold,
It slips from my fingers and leaves me cold.
To possess love is the illusion,
For it is love that possesses me.
My heart is burned up in ecstasy.
It is through love’s profusion,
I am made free.
Filed under: Hodgepodge of Poetry, Soulful Poetry Tagged: consciousness, Jennifer Adams Teasley, love, meditation, poetry, Rhyme, soul, spiritual 
