It is never
Enough
I want amor!
This very short poem, like most of my poems, can be read (at least) two ways. The first line, It is never, can be read as one not getting love, declaring Enough, and wanting amor. Or, this love poem can be read as having amor and always wanting more. Of course, both of these ways of reading this poem definitively want more love!
While I think that the question: how much is enough? is a critical question to answer well in order to live a satisfying life, I am drawn to the expansive nature of love that ever yearns for ever more love. I believe that the built-in desire for love to replicate, grow, and expand is why reciprocity in relationships is central. Love not reciprocated, not appreciated or honored, naturally flows to where there is amor and desire for amor. Of course, love, in its overflowing nature, puts itself out there as an ever-flowing invitation, but it occupies and relishes those places where the invitation is accepted. Love may very well be the life force, or, at least, one of its better metaphors. Love spills awe over the place, but grows best where it is welcomed by open hearts big enough to take in its grand gifts and embraced by fertile attitudes of gratitude. Can we be too gracious? Probably only if we have some distinct notion of what is enough, what we might settle for. Love in action, as a verb, cannot settle, as it is imbued with an ever-expanding nature. May you not settle; may you grow in love and find it returned a hundred-fold.
