no time to loving

There is no time

to loving,

just empty-fullness

pouring forth

out of blossom.

Experience

does not provide for that.

Experience is only a view

from the rear view mirror,

happenstance,

looking back.

Loving is a forthright.

Loving is a channeling

of conscious life force,

spent by radiance.

It maybe directed

by attention,

but not specific intention,

as if something

of a commodity given.

If given,

it is as in dynamic,

without reason

but much heart.

It has emotion

as an emissary of light.

Loving is being

without resistance to cause.

Loving, as a oneness,

is consciously revitalized

by the stream of presence.

It is harmony,

timelessly,

becoming self-aware . . .

There is no time

to loving.