Speak Not of Love

I once approached a Master
who sat quietly on the floor;
a tunic and a turban
were all the Master wore.

I said, "After many lifetimes
I've finally come to see
that Love is not an emotion.
It's the only way to BE."

The Master sat in silence
and gently clasped his hands,
then spoke one word to mystify -
he softly whispered, "And?"

I did not linger in his presence.
In confusion I withdrew
to re-assess all that I felt
and everything I knew.

I'd first hoped that the Master -
a Divinely Loving man,
would give to me his wisdom
and share his "Master Plan."

I had come to see that the Master
had a tremendous sense of wit
and laughing with mirth at spirit,
was his approach to it.

So, was he laughing from his prank
to send me on a fruitless chase
to search for an answer I'd already found
by dwelling in God's grace?

But a Master will not cause one harm
or limit free will of choice
or in any manner restrict one's growth
or deny another's voice.

So, I journeyed far in search of Love
and sought all truth of Being
and through it my horizons grew
and expanded my scope of seeing.

I found that on my spiritual road
there are many paths that turn;
not to confuse or lead me astray
but to show me new things to learn.

And so I've learned, and so I've grown
and so, I've traveled far.
I've learned that all things shouldn't BE,
but only that things ARE.

And in the midst of this spiritual way
I've felt Love for all that IS
transcending joy, transcending peace,
transcending hope and bliss.

I have no words to name the Love
or to speak of how it feels,
but I know in the core of spirit's depth
it's the EVERY thing that's real.

And if ever again I find the Master,
of Love, I will not speak.
For it's a mystery that can't be told.
It is Truth of all we seek.