The initial thought started like:
The ever-abiding, abundant well-spring of love
ascends into our being,
freeing us from ourselves,
into its radiance,
to share ecstatically with others,
only to break our hearts without warning.
The next thought was:
No, it is our lust. Our incessant, human, need to
hold, have, possess and secure
a love that isn’t ours
that squeezes the beauty of love
out of our grasps
leaving us naked and exposed to
You can’t posses the wind
though you can allow its breeze to cool you.
You can’t possess the sunshine
though you can utilize its light to guide you.
You can’t possess the waters of love
though you can use a taste to quench your thirst.
Love is the truest coquette.
Teasing you with the temptation to
court … to own.
Wanting to possess … becoming possessed by and
obsessed with ones own fulfillment.
Love is never about us
Yet it can move us to share (in) its abundance.
Let it go…
Let it breathe…
a sigh of relief ..
and relieve you
of the burden of so much pain.
Enter The Void