but you knew better.

You argue because you can’t accept love is all we have left. – Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Larry Mullen, Paul David Hewson

No room in the inn
no worries, the love that is sent upon us sits patiently on the doorsteps.
I sit in solace and grace
to immerse in this ultimate spiritual wisdom.
On the threshold of a valley in honor of the great Seneca Chief
From this end space, seeing the world and all that is in it.
Life and love in present.
This is no time not to notice those out on a limb,
the remaining cluster of cherries clinging,
their last embrace of the night
The sun radiates through me
its rays like brush strokes dipped in crimson tint my hair
Toil not beloved ones
Look upwards
“so many stars
so many ways of seeing.”