The Giver

The sacred heart knows no trade, no boundaries, no conditions

Don’t question the one who loves for love, not needs, wants or reasons.  

What treasure’s worth? To the greed-less one

What wealth would mean to him who takes none?

How full hands can match the power, the strength of empty hands?

What slavery of golden shackles to the freedom, the freedom in having nothing?

What is ‘desire’ to the sated soul? What reality to the one asleep?

What cure for the ill, who wants no cure? What remedy to the sick, who wants no health?

What separation to those whose soul is one? What distance to the traveler of time?

What present to the dweller of memories means? What absence to the ones never gone?

What more will he seek? who found his peace. What he will take who is the giver?

For Love, if true is sated and full, Selfless yet sovereign.