Love Much?

“The important thing is not to think much but to love much; and to do that which best stirs you to love “ - Saint Teresa of Avila, The Interior Castle

Love much?

Said the caterpillar to the ant,

Going about her business,

Joyfully chomping on a shared leaf.

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In workmanlike fashion,

The ant kept to his business,

Carrying a large twig over his head,

Effortlessly.

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A bluebird flew by,

In sight of the caterpillar,

Graceful and elegant,

Aspirations of greatness followed.

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Momentarily realizing her lack,

Her inability to follow her new hero,

She experienced an unfamiliar feeling,

Fear.

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Luckily, for her, she wasn’t a human,

With layers and layers of mentation,

Wallowing in the why,

Distracting from her existence.

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No, she focused in her current abilities,

That which she controlled,

Chopping on the leaf,

Staying in the moment,

Not allowing her wish to interfere in her being-ness.

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Simply staying present,

Enjoying the show,

Saying to the Bluebird,

Love much?

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Sometime later,

She awakened from her dream,

Broad, colorful wings standing elegantly to her sides,

Flying serenely from flower to flower ,

Blissfully.

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Grateful for the fleeting memory,

Grounded in humility’s understanding,

Her large eyes smiled at the ants below,

Following their own path,

No thinking involved,

Love much.