I Am Love
I want to love,
To create love,
To pour it out like rivers—
Unending, unyielding, eternal.
I want to be love.
Not the fleeting, fragile kind,
But the fierce, ancient love
That echoes through lifetimes.
I want to give,
Not because I am empty,
But because I am overflowing,
Because the act of giving
Fills me with the infinite.
I want to mentor,
To light lanterns in the dark
For those still searching,
To whisper truths they’ve forgotten
But always carried.
I want to stop wanting,
To shed the ache of longing
And simply be.
To be love.
To be passion.
To be me.
I want to fast,
To thirst,
To strip myself bare
Until there is nothing left
But truth.
I want to be the beginning
And the end,
The stillness and the storm,
The spark that ignites
And the ash that nourishes.
I want to breathe deeply
The poetry of this life,
To write not with words
But with the rhythm of my being,
A pulse of truth,
A hymn of longing.
I want to be love.
To be the embrace that heals,
The kiss of dawn’s light,
The passion that moves oceans
And quiets storms.
I want to stand bare
In the sacred fire of my longing,
Unafraid,
Unbound,
Alive.
I am love.
And in this truth,
I am infinite.
