Boundless
Where am I?
In the sea…floating…gracefully
Having left my shore, my home, my beginning –
my end
I am here floating
Counting on the great watery vastness
because nothing else counts
There is no future or past
that can measure against this moment of birth,
this gem of becoming,
this blossoming under the moon
There is no structure made of earth or time
that can define boundaries of love
No words to describe what it means now
What you ask of me is too small
The sea is full of air
the air is full of sea
the cosmos full of rocks and stones
that are full of atoms, full of particles, full of space
Where is there an end or a corner to pin love to
and say, “this is how high,” or, “this is how deep,” or, “this is how long?”
You ask too little of me
I love you more greatly than this
© H. Hennenburg, 20 November 2005
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WOW. To love and be loved that greatly is a gift. This is such a beautiful poem, full of all the bits of the cosmos. Sigh. Loved it. It is sunny today and the waves are bouncy – wish you could walk the beach today!
Thank you, Sherry! I hope you get in a nice stroll by the waves!
Boundless, indeed is the moment blossoming under the moon, and the love captured in this piece. The whole poem is beautiful and alluring. But that last line…*sigh!
Thank you, Khaya!
I love the way floating in the sea, and contemplation of its vastness, seems to have given birth to all kinds of thoughts. Quite a meditative poem.
Yes, the sea has a tendency to do that, doesn’t it? Thanks, Mary!
I love how you describe the boundless (or infinity) in such wonderful terms, bringing in love in the end… You ask too little of me is really what ties it all together for me.
Thank you, Bjorn!
Fantastic. Those last two lines — so powerful.
Thank you so much, Lily!
Love is something we cannot contain not measure. This is beautiful!
Thank you, Carrie!
Echoing the “wow” above. This is remarkable…you’ve taken the entire universe and made it a handful scooped from a beach and overwhelmed by the waves.
Chrissa, I absolutely LOVE your characterization! Thank you!
I. Freaking. Love. This.
I love the juxtaposition between the earth bound and the stellar, how it all blends and dances together and sings out the truth of how love can be so much more than we imagined.
Oh, wow! Thank you, Rommy!
I love the sense of floating as you delve into the significance of life’s lessons. What boundaries, indeed can define the edges of love?
Thanks so much, Vivian!
Oh my heart this is so beautiful!! 😀
The heart is what it’s all about. Thank you, Sanaa!
the air is full of sea and the sea is full of air…wonderful thoughts to fill your time while you think of love.
Much appreciated, Toni!
You got me feeling my sense of being lost and wondering what it’s all about.
My favourite way to be lost. 🙂
Beautifully put to paper … though, I had not thought of love quite that way before … having felt it now, for over half a century. There is that feeling of wanting to give more and yet … not really knowing what to do with that need.
The love inside us is bigger than we are and impossible to fully express, isn’t it? Thank you, Wendy!
I take this as a reminder to live in the moment. Within that moment, “There is no structure of earth or time that define boundaries of love.” Thank you for reminding me of that
We all need that reminder from time to time.
And reading this makes me feel uplifted and expansive!
I remember writing it made me feel that way. I’m so glad you got the same rush out of it, Rosemary!
Such a reflective and beautiful poem – every word was perfectly crafted
Thank you so much, Jae!
You ask too little of me – wow… words to remember..and feel!
Thank you, Rajani!
this is boundless indeed.
makes one wonder, how vast is vast, and how small is small, for in an atom there is still a vast space from the nucleus to the electron.
I can tell you and I would have very, very long and exciting conversations (at least we would think them exciting)!
Ah, yes. You say it so elegantly, my friend. Interestingly, I just recently saw a concert rendition by the duo who had the hit No Mountain High Enough….Fascinating how things connect. Love your poem. Hug.
Hug right back at you, Herb. Thanks for reading!
How I love–and believe in–that closing. Sometimes, no one can know the limit of our forever love.