“I’ve come to you to ask you,
My eternal parent; from whom all life springs,
Do you love me
Without requirement?
My heart yearns for a reply.”
Come sit beside me,
My heart is yearning too,
And full of joy to know that you desire
To understand the truth.
I will speak of love,
For I have longed for you to hear.
Would you call it love,
Even there in your world,
If a parent was to reject their child
Because they failed to meet
Some expectation?
My love has no expectation.
Would you call it love,
If the parent’s own needs
Were to them more important than their child’s?
Why is it you believe
I have any needs?
I am Everything, I have none.
Would you call it love
If a small child’s parents
Failed to guide or teach them, to keep them safe?
Failed to reduce those rules
As they grew and learned?
Love desires not, control or power.
Would you call it love,
If, looking at their child,
A parent’s love was measured and withheld
Unless it had been earned?
My love is not earned,
It joys in your mere existence.
Would you call it love,
If, in a family
The parents favoured one unequally?
If, as they grew, they sought
To mould them clone-like?
My love makes no comparisons.
Then when you’ve grown past,
Needing a guiding hand.
You’ll find that love will always set you free.
My love’s a constant;
You change, it does not.
There is no requirement in love.
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