
Like with cats
Give up the chase
But rather be
The one that offers love
And has made
A pact with self
To never weigh on the scales of the heart
The measure of love received to love given.
There is no transaction here
I love because of love in me
Not to get at the love in you
I know the conquistador
A heart wishes to be
Expanding territory and demanding tributes
Taxing the conquered, occupying, ruling.
I would have you free.
Disinterest is not un-interest
It is interest without transaction
Here is this love, and I go.
So, the cat
She is feral-born and flighty
I pet her and walk away
While others scoop her up
And she stiffens and seeks escape.
This cat
Sleeps at my feet, follows me into the bathroom
Swirls through my legs as I cook
And we each give, you see
Without an equation.
And so, with people,
We cannot chase them
If they need to go, they need to go
And the love we bore
We can let the wind take it
Let it blow layer by layer to them
As we turn and go.
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