Love Seeks Love

I have arrived.
Where a sometimes gentle, sometimes torrent river flows,
over steady stones.
When I arrive, I melt.
I am neither deep, nor shallow.
I am all at once.
without questioning "why?"
the salmon swims miles and miles upstream to die,
Or how crystal water rises from an opening in the Earth.
I do understand,
divine destiny seeks its arrival.

The heart does this too.
It seeks purposeful expression 
and holy destinations.
It might break into a million pieces.
but love does not stop.
What makes the heart whole again?

Love seeks love.
A trickle, a current, a tide, or does it come in waves?
Let the river of love flow.
To quench the thirst of dry lake beds,
To carve secret canyons,
Let it flood wide open arms.