Moringa

Love is like a moringa seed, 

bitter and sweet. Shocking 

then succulent.

A sweetness that comes 

in waves, hidden beneath 

layers of the tongue;

forgotten corners of my mouth

seeping its way in,

deep into the bloodstream.

Moringa,

opening like fallen folds of a flower

the solidity of my knowing–

what I thought life was like.

Through bites of harshness,

the taste of bitterness.

Again and again

rescued by the warm taste

that rests in the same space.

A natural coexistence.

Moringa,

in my morning meditation,

in my offerings of love;

in my night’s contemplation.

Like lovers’ conjuring and lovers’ end

I take it gladly. 

Welcome it fully. This seed 

teaches me; guides me 

towards higher feeling,

to know soft sensibility

and find inner healing.