and if they were to ask me what i know about love i’d tell them about you, spirit how you guide me when i’m lost how you hold me when i’m concerned how you always bring me back home i’d tell them how i feel you within me, around me in the breath that flows through me in the birds that sing for me in the breeze that tickles me i’d tell them that finding you took many wrong turns until i stopped looking and knelt at the foot of a tree asking her, why am i here? she whispered back to me why does the flower grow? i said, i don’t know — it just does she said, exactly life does not ask why it is here it just is it just grows just be, please.