The Other Side

The other side of hatred
is just so much more love
that once I see through both of them
my hawk becomes a dove

My heart is like a basket
to place my hawk with doves.
Before I know, the lot of them
coo just like turtle doves.

That is the love that sings and lives
in people near and far,
that is in everything that is:
in every single thing’s own star.

Ute Kaboolian