Love Hard, Love Deep

Alone with Silence, I find my true self.

Absent all attractions, attempting

To sway me this way and that way.

Around other people, feeling pulled

In simultaneous directions

Offering no final destination.

Hearing the voice of my inner child

Raging to come forth into the light of night;

And be present in the darkness of day.

I feel what others cannot comprehend;

Striving for explanation is a waste of precious time.

Unless a similar struggle within them be.

Would enlightenment preclude judgement?

Let alone sympathy, awaiting cultivation?

Retreating into solitude, once pressed.

The lack of others, provides a solace where

Bountiful glory can be only found.

This so-called Happiness that people

Endlessly seek but never find.

If only they would sit still silently,

Hearing their spirit bellowing from within!

No wonder landscapes held in highest regard,

Are those untouched by the presence of man.

We run to places absent architecture

Save the caress and whisper of the wind.

We have traded our purest joy for security.

Safety, satisfaction, solidarity: all exhumed from the

Blood, sweat, and tears of those before.

Temples built upon the bones of dreamers;

Maiming one another for base desires.

A glimpse of hope is all that remains.

Turning from all there is to see, all that can be.

The chaos wrought from denying ourselves

What truly makes us who we are.

Scorching Love in the cauldron of loneliness

And anger; discontent with our own Self.

How did we come to such a place?

A place where the love of Self before others

Is considered damnable, heresy.

Forgetting the path that lay behind.

The fear of rejection now outweighs our

Fear of idleness, so we love no one.

This lack of love has allowed the Ego to

Perpetuate; unimpeded by it's only villain.

We then gaze upon the world as she climbs

The mountain of self-destruction, wondering

Why we have not the means to cease the ascent.

Love is not bound the same as Hate by Time,

And can be ignited with a single word.

Choose to love thyself, and the world will change.

Hatred, Malice, Bitterness, Anger:

All need reaction to further their cause.

Love is a wellspring absent agenda.

Give of it freely and it will freely return.

Like the pendulum back and forth,

Forcefully growing with every swing.

People immersed in Love have no ending;

But have new beginnings every day.

Make the choice and free yourself,

Then with a wink to the next, toss the key.