I am Made of Love


I am made of love
every cell filled to breaching
with its many forms
spilling over with faces, names, things and places
pouring from me until I’m floating and 
I can’t see the bottom of its lake
it gives me joy —
from quiet to exuberant —
and even my own self is being loved by me
because when I am made of love
 there is no room for anything else. 

Mary Goodger 2017


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