If the message is to teach love,
I would like  you to know that all there is now is love.
In those  simmering moments when
the fire  of anger grows,
in those weary wakes when
enthusiasm turns to mold,
my rallying senses are seized
in a groove, gentle and warm,
the hassle done
just a steady buzzle of a hum.
If the message is to grow thoughts
positive and strong, like a glorious song I am found.
Happy stones stir,
as thoughts are turned into deeds
and actions roll into measured feats,
emotion finds me and  I the words
willing love to trickle into waiting wells.
Pulped and  softened into perfect hearts
aglow, even now in the heat of the lashing sun,
Love  is here. All can grow.