You can’t see it.
You can’t hold it.
You can’t buy it.

You have to find it
like a hummingbird
finds the morning glory,
like a baby
finds the mother’s breasts,
like roots of a sycamore
finds water.

Once you find it
feel it
be it
breathe it.

It is the love song of your soul
that was sung
before you were born
waiting for you
to remember its tune.

 

©Juliet Rains