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Often the truth of the moment is lost in babbling of mind’s creek.

Ever flowing.

So, too, life continues down into that great and infinite horizon of experience.

 

Yes, I believe that all things are manifest of love.

Even the scars upon our hearts, our lips, our wrists. 

Yes, I speak in romance for the sake of romance.

What more can we ask of love but to never end?

In that limits are the illusions of a mind afraid of infinity.

 

One cannot be blamed for fear. The world is a daunting place outside the warm comfort of 

Mother’s arms. Of Father’s gaze. Protective.

The air is cold when we are naked beneath the light of Luna’s smile.

So we reach for the fire of aggression, of anguish, of vengeance.

It is easier, it seems, to strike out in violence.

But only because cyclical patterns are easier learned and harder to forget.

 

For once I only knew you as the suffering of my heart.

For once I only knew your smile for the knot of nostalgia in my throat.

For once I was a child, guilty in my innocence.

 

Life has a way of throwing dirt into your mouth when you insist on speaking destruction.

Now I treasure the taste of dirt as one would treasure the salt of a lover’s neck.

Like an ocean of passion pooled slowly beneath my pillow.

 

How can one love the dark, alone and uninviting? She asked me once between flickers of shadow and flame.

 

How can one love the brightness of wisdom without knowing first the cold enrapture of 

darkness? I answered once between flickers of rose lips and hazel eyes.

Yes, I love the sting of separation. I love the misery of loneliness. I love rapture of soft autumn

mornings when the songs of feathered lovers echo in the breaths of clouds between pines and

aspen leaves.

 

I love to trip on rocks and stub toes. I love to watch bruises wash away into the tide of time. I to

love dance when there is no music.

 

Because there is always music.

 

I could name into infinity that which I love.

For life is two choices: Love or not.

So I wake to the bags of sleepless eyes and the crust of dreams.

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So I tread out into the haze of morning with the choice of love like salt rocks in my cheeks.

For life is two choices: To see Love or not.

To persevere or to crumble.

To smile or to suffer the consequences of discontent.

Why stumble when you can dance?

Why not love the tears for the relief which they precede? 

I would shower you in the compliments of archaic poets if it should brighten your eyes for the

flicker of a breath.

I would bathe in you the honey of biblical rivers if it should make your skin tingle and quiver with

delight.

 

For I have driven through the land of death with the nay of Death’s horse bellowing behind

me. I have tasted the sand of black deserts and peeled the boiled skin from my shoulders. I

have seen the dark oblivion of primordial nights with no light save the glow of large eyes in their 

hunger watching. I have prayed into the arms of monstrous trees. Like the forearms of ancient

giants buried deep into the granite of Western mountains. I have wept into the warm earth with

my back bare beneath the sun, merciless in its rain of fire.

 

I have given up many times only to realize that surrender is the sign-post which beckons feet

onward down the path of learned men.

It would be a lie to say I have grown up because I am still 5’9”. But I’m growing in. Learning

what it means to sit still. To be silent. To cherish the squishy warmth of my soft heart.

 

Words are useless, really. For what I mean and what you read may differ greatly. I can only

hope the confidence of my smile might alight even the smallest flame of Divine Remembrancein the dark caves of passing strangers in the night.

 

For when it comes down to basic truth: I Love You All and I Love All and Love is All.

 

Be Happy. Be of Love.

Because, well, why not?