A poem about the kind of love the sage tradition is pointing at — beyond romance, beyond sentiment, into something more fundamental.

Love does not rescue you from yourself. It sits beside you while you find your way back to yourself.
It does not carry you. It walks with you — close enough to catch you if you stumble, far enough away for the walking to be yours.
It does not need you to be finished. It finds you interesting mid-becoming. It does not ask you to be more than you are right now. It asks you, gently, to be more than you were settling for.
It is not soft. It is strong enough to tell you the truth. It is not easy. It is real enough to be worth the difficulty.
It does not complete you. You were already complete. It shows you what you could not see from where you were standing alone.
This is what love does. This is what you deserve. This is what you are capable of offering. Begin.
— Free Your Mind