The feeling itself is real
even if the players that enacted it
were false, or were ephemeral
and dissolved in the distractions of the moment
like bubbles in the wind

The power itself is real
even if the constructs that occasioned it
or that you hope will do so
are nowhere to be found

Love is its own substance —
it may flow through these things
but it doesn’t need any of them.
Love is its own creator
and it is Love which is creating us.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 10, 2018