The Low Door to Love

i once came to love by a gate
to a door i was too tall for
and ruminated on the chore
until it was too big to state,

then i recalled the old wooded gate
with its stone wall and door so low
and how i stooped and bent my back
and to the other side walked through slow.

A Petal Falls

is it a flower when a petal falls?
and can the same be true for love?

Natural Love

a natural source
knows its natural course
and can do nothing less nor more,
and in moving to its end
it moves to its beginning.
there is nothing new in this knowing.
we have known it before we knew,
tho in knowing it anew
we are astonished
because we see the other
in the mirror of our soul
and feel at home.