ALL LOVE

Whine not, if
The journey look distant, and
The blooms are orbed, silent;
Much commonality, dissolves
In loving heart, when
River flows, down
The mountain tops!

Draw no lines, to
Thunder and rains
As IT sprouts, from
Where-ever, it
Touches our soul!

All love, banish
All hatred and all cry,
To Free all our longings
Ever born, and
Born again
In its rebirth!

WHINE NOT!