A Particle of Love

A Particle of Love

I have longings I cannot restrain.
My heart is the battleground of passions at war.
My purest action draws strength out of the agony of defeat before the ravages of Time.
Unskilled in the art of love,
that precarious balance, the dance of life and the conquest of Death
has left me out of breath.
I could never be the Lotus Leaf that stays untouched by rain and thunder.
I accept the way I have been made: a particle of sand that rises to meet
the sun in the sky,
light and of no consequence to the earth where it tries to pray,
unable to find a place to stay,
until the storm comes and lifts it up,
ravenously at first,
and then carries it gently in its upward flow
whispering strength and erasing fear.
The particle of dust never knows the beginning, the origin of its home.
It is the storm that knows where to carry
this ignorant burden of love.
I will learn to trust the storm;
the storm must know the way.
I will land in the heart of peace :
the peace that is known to the storm alone.