Names & Labels

All of us use a similar entrance

To become an individualized presence

We don’t enter through a labeling station

That's added later as the mind’s foundation

Through smiles, infants manage

And speak love’s universal language

As long as their mind remains dormant

They live in acceptance without dissent

Our language may have all the words

Without love, they become sharp swords

We forget the entrance once shared

Going separate ways there’s a rift, it can be repaired

Through awareness, we regain sight of our similarity

Our hearts bond into one through a forgotten familiarity

When we return to existing without names and labels

Our lives become worthy of entering of oft-repeated fables