Dispersion

What makes me weep

Has made me bloom

What pours out of me

Has entered me, nested in heart

Sourced my profusion

Swelled the reservoir of my love

What now wells me over

Has filled me up

What makes me weep

Has shown me the mirror

That I am already full

That I am blooming

That I am love

What makes me weep

Is never lost, only dispersion

Reflections of the infinite

Connections of love—

Beyond, within,

EnCirclings of surround

The Rippling of Love never ends…