What’s Love?
May 15th, 2009 by ShaunO
On river flowing,
next bend,
next turn,
flowers spilling off,
a tree in full spring flight.
Loud music,
loud emotions,
feel like you can’t turn a trick,
butter on toast,
egg yolk on the floor,
just ask anyone,
they’ll show you the door.
Another chord you let,
go by,
reverberates,
in your brain.
Love’s not designed,
to inflict pain.
Fox on the trail,
pheasants in the field,
all truth, blessing…
all Love,
Cosmos has revealed?
Walking on the thin ice,
tentative,
and so you should be,
Love is not,
a shopping spree.
Stepping boldly,
up to the plate,
rush it up,
only so many minutes,
no time to wait,
quickly,
do it,
mate.
Or, sit stately, alone,
with deep
integrity,
and dark
honesty?
Too scarey?
An unavoidable,
interconnected truth,
fully invested,
in the uncomfortable,
full volume,
immersion in reality?
Love thy neighbour,
Love thy friend,
Love thy enemy.
Love thy self.
Welcome to the complicated…
the simple elegance,
of the obvious,
enjoy,
the beauty of,
the ‘real’ world,
which you and yours,
are concurrently sharing,
with thousands of generations of,
people who are,
just as beautiful…
As you.
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Dear ShaunO
I had a hunch you might have posted.
This is deep stuff but I think I am beginning to understand.
Loving you
M
Afraid of the word?
Any reason to be?
It’s only a word, or is it?
One tiny word
Empowering, engulfing, smothering
Devotion, understanding, patience, care
How do you find it, or greet it?
Do you seek it, or will it stumble on you?
Hail it, accept it, embrace it
how long it will stay? Who knows
maybe only one day
Picture a person
intelligent, good-looking
sensitive, talented
creative, fun, strong and wise
Dreams can be just wishful thinking
Reflect, not too much
not too long, things change
Time moves on, suddenly its gone
Can’t reclaim it, lost is time, no one owns it