Elixir of Love

Strawberry Heart

My fears are not that I may cease to be

Rooted, steadfast, embodied in a world of physicality

And without fears too, for the deserted drying

Of heartfelt words, or inspiration

Forever drawn to all my time spent, in dedication

For no greater pleasure do I feel, may’st I apply

Whilst chained, imprisoned, in this dimension

My only freedom, flight of soul, needs must express

Such a deep felt love, for all humanity

A curious quest, I cannot explain

Impression’d on high from an invisible plane

So sublime, that poetic craft

Is not required; for metre, or to rhyme

Unless such craft imply, inject, ripened hearts

With the jewel of ‘inner meaning’

Inner truth infused with love

All pervading and genuine

Connecting precious principals beyond mere words

Which seek to make whole thus human kind

In complete align

So that intelligent insights into our complex universe

May penetrate not only the heart, but also the skin and the mind

Whereupon tinsel-gilded illusions

May fall away into nothingness

Instead replaced by a delicacy and a gentleness

A refinement of the senses

Through an indiscriminate understanding

That the elixir of love

Is wisdom plus integrity

And connects us all

To every single living being, or entity.


I wrote ‘Elixir of Love’ in response to John Keats’ sonnet ‘When I have Fears’ which he sent in a letter to his friend John Hamilton Reynolds in January 1818.

‘When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact’ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love!—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to Nothingness do sink.’

Similar: Holiness of the Heart | Love IS | Angels on Earth |

Moshi Moshi

The Japanese Sushi restaurant in Liverpool Street station is my Friday-night treat. I choose a table away from the crowds with a view over Platform One. The ‘Stanstead Express’ arrives and a sweet young couple are locked in a tender embrace long after everyone has disembarked. They are still there while other trains arrive and depart. He is holding her tenderly in a meaningful hug, gentle and supportive. Something is obviously happening for them. They are there almost the entire length of my meal, I am moved. He looks up at one point and sees me. I quietly say to my self: ‘bless you‘ and pretend that I am not looking even though I am. I take a few phone camera pictures apologising to the ‘powers that be’ for my curiosity but their love is a powerful drug for me. I say to myself out loud: That is for me, I deserve to have a love that strong, that considerate, that supportive. That is for me! I can have what I desire, I allow myself to receive what I want, I can have a romantic, enduring love. And what’s more, I Am!

Incredibly after starters and main course, they are still there! It is like my own private movie! I am transfixed. I am wondering why they are there for so long… What has happened? Why is she upset? Is he leaving? He has a bag. She does not. I am sad for them. I want their love to survive. It is deeply moving, he obviously loves her. She desperately loves him. And he is there for her. It is beautiful

Briefly, I imagine that I am the girl and that ‘X’ is the boy, taller than me, long arms embracing my small frame fully. The scene lasts the entire length of my meal, I even brought my new book with me, but did not get to read a word of it. Instead an unexpected, profound experience unfolds, that seems to change my whole outlook upon life. I am ‘silently blessed’ by their presence, and they have no idea of the positive effect their tender display has had upon me. I feel it is a sign, somehow, that my life is changing for the better. Every day, in every way, my life, gets better and better. A silent prayer of thanks… To Love.

(Sunday, 22nd May 2005)