How To Love?

How do I love when I was never taught how?

To attach to people and things I was taught well.

But never was I shown how to fall in love with myself and the world around me.

To live with such wonder as if I had just been born.

To dance to the miracle of life.

To sing to my soul, to let remind myself of the harmonic nature of things, the perfect song.

My breath has shown me love

Silence showed me love.

Acid showed me love.

A handful of mushrooms showed me love.

How is it so that fungi can teach me love but a highly intelligent species can’t?

Can I love them despite their hate?

Despite their pain?

Can I accept that they don’t even recognize their own hate, their own pain?

Can I accept that they only see it in me?

That I’m to blame?

Can I break this ancestral plague and begin a new way of life?

One of pure bliss

One of peace

Of Unity

Of acceptance?

I feel it inside me

The seed can grow if I water it.

My mind is plagued.

It shows me hate.

Now I feed what heals me.

No more feeding the hate.

I know how to love.

I just have to be strong enough to express it.

To be courageous enough to smile even when everyone else is buried in sorrow.

And to pull them out when they’re ready to live.

This is my destiny.

Nobody needed to teach me love, I’ve always known it.