seek for love, do not seek for love

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

Where there is injury, pardon;

Where there is doubt, faith;

Where there is despair, hope;

Where there is darkness, light;

Where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,

grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console;

to be understood, as to understand;

to be loved, as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive.

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,

and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

                                                                      Prayer of Saint Francis

Your task is not to seek for love, do not look for it in front of your eyes

It is not in the morning newspaper nor in your coffee mug

It's not in the mirror, in the bathroom, in the morning

'Tis love, 'tis not love what you're seeking for

In the streets, the evening lights, the night, that dark blue in the sky

With a mere orange line, sometimes more than one, shredding

Why do you look for it in all the wrong places

While never truly seeking love, your task is not to play a hide and seek game

In the rooms, the large beds, the infinite travels, the people you know

It's a coffee shop on the other side of the street

You can see love reflected, spelled backwards

You remember a morning when you had coffee on your t-shirt

And the t-shirt was not yours, that was love, you found it there

UNEXPECTEDLY.