Love cannot be hunted.
In unlikely moments it descends upon us
with all the grace of a rainshower
on the most unbearable July day,
enveloping our bodies and
exhorting our spirits to dance.
Neither can it be captured
or kept for oneself.
As it is with the hummingbird,
sipping from these purple trumpets,
so it is also with love:
captivity defies its very essence.
It must be unbound
and shared freely --
Only then can this private gift
expand exponentially to permeate
heretofore unseen and unknown realms.
Only then can love fulfill its one true purpose:
to awaken the soul of the world.
