Be

Who told you to love like this -
this inscription of the heart?

who told the flowers to open,
toward the midday sun,

who tells the sun to rise,
against the faded moon,

who brings breath into being,
bloated life bleated into seeing,

who taught your eyes to witness,
the bounty of the earth?

who taught the earth to fill round,
and bound it to the stars,

who told the water to matriculate,
circulate through the body of life?

who taught your mind to speculate,
educate it's own meandering,

who thought up your dreaming,
told them how to sing?

Who told you to love like this -
this madness, insecurity -

creation has always said "to love,

Be."