Have I felt the love of a mother,
no matter how imperfect?
Have I felt the love of a father,
no matter how imperfect?
I have felt those imperfect loves
pointing me to the perfect love
in metaphors galore — mother,
father, sister, brother, neighbor,
Jesus, Buddha, Lao Tzu. I
breathe in deeply and breathe
out deeply naming the name
of perfect love which cannot
be named in all respect and
reverence — the breath of Om.