Field of Love

Why become thorns in the field of love?

Through a flowering, can we rise above

Where we become magnets

Pulling the world out of sadness

The field of love is within all

It’s forgotten, not by those who crawl

Love takes us in search of the soul

Through the heart, if we let it play its role

The field of love never dies

To find it we need to rise

Each moment, the mind stakes a claim

It’s allowed because the heart’s tame

The field of love can endlessly grow

To find it we need not be in the know

It’s not an exclusive club

We reach, once all thorns are dug up