When You Make Conditions




When you ask for proof
When you check the signposts
When you make conditions.

There is no friendship…
When you expect diamonds
When you measure the distance
When you wait in the wings.

Love is…
A gift of self
Knowledge of self
When “I” is not important,
Love is…

When you lose self
Then you find “ME”
In the varied signposts of “ME”
For in the beginning I gave you “ME”
For I AM


The passenger came to the shore,
From bands of Light descended,
The passenger waited to stand,
A mission that must be completed,
The sea in giant mists raged on the surface,
The Mountain across the sea beckoned,
Look for the road on the sea
That is the picture
The message of the journey.

One first halting step into matter,
The passenger placed another,
The bridge was full and
The sea heaved her passengers,
This passenger must make the journey
Feet on the shifting solid road
Mists that blocked the varied turns
Firm gaze on the steady light mountain,
The steps into matter was begun
That is the picture
The stricture of the journey.

His Hand firmly laid on my shoulder
His voice constantly guiding my steps
I walk the single craggy but firm road,
Across the misty stormy sea,
My gaze on the light mountain,
My longing constant on Him,
His hand constant on me,
Sea sprayed sometimes, but walking
On the single gazed Light Mountain,
The constant guiding voice
The light mountain coming nearer
That is the picture
Always the picture
Of my questing thirsty soul.

1 Comment
  1. Avatar of Deb Galarza
    Deb Galarza says

    Hello, Ms. Biola, you lovely lady.

    This is DGSquared from MWC and BWF, and Deb from The Tangled Branch. We miss you, your writer friends, and me.

    However, I did not stop here to guilt you into visiting us. 🙂 I know you are doing important things in your life.
    I just wanted to take a moment to tell you how much I love this poem, ‘THERE IS NO LOVE…’
    It is a splendid poem and spoke to me in many ways. Thank you for your beautiful soul.

    Will you be taking part in this year’s April International Poetry Month to go for 30 poems in thirty days? We will be doing so over at TTB and a few of us, Indar, Gyppo, and I will be sharing a few of our works at BWF. It would be more fun to have you join us.

    If you are going to participate in NaPoWriMo and prefer Angie’s Diary, I’ll have to swing by to read your work. I love the rawness and daily soul searching that goes into writing at least one new poem a day for 30 days.

    I was visiting Glenis Redmond’s Facebook page and your name popped up. so I had to swing by to get a fix of Biola wisdom and storytelling.

    I hope you and yours are well and staying healthy.

    Sending you blessings and love across the oceans.

    Have a bountiful day.


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