The Sponge

 The sponge

I sit like a sponge,

listening in quiet contemplation.

I soak in Love’s voice.

Full up,

 with love permeating every pore,

 joyfully sopping with Life,

I have a choice:

To lie out basking,

in the sun of worldly thought,

and let the inspiration slowly evaporated

until my sponge is bone dry

and I return to Love

to know

peace;

Or

To squeeze the love,

                                        In exuberant splashes

                   and thoroughly drench,

in Love’s great good,

everyone I see.