Love, Tears

Love flows
Free of direction, free of tempo, free of shape
In invisible perpetuity of dynamics
Not towards the pictured beauty but in radiation and attraction 

And the soul settles, grows, vibrates
Carried, lifted cloud-like off the ground
Being wherever one has been
Landing where one has never been

Again, and again, tears are an inner smile
Balancing want into peacefully yearning joy

Wanting is not new
Yearning has occurred aplenty
Joy is as frequent as a deep breath — often more than
But the three reach true reason of being
In Love
In Tears
Flowing