The Love of Oneness – Jan. 8 – 2020

How can we call it love
if when it ends
the words that we think
to pass through the lips
would leap off the tongue
with a poisoned tip?

(We cannot)

How can I tell you
you’ve taken from me
the safety I found
when wrapped in your arms?

How can I tell you that
I still want to know you
that I’ll continue
to be near you
for the safety I remember
but now only find
in the smiling eyes of your loved ones?

(I cannot)

That message seems
a trojan horse
carrying inside it
words meant to sting
you who I never want
to shead a tear
least of all by my hand

(These words are true)

This is how we know it is love
when even after
everything has fallen
we’ve broken our hearts
we still want for each other
our bodies locked by an arms length
yet our souls
in an instant
would still happily react
with excited urgency
reaching out with open palms
and steadying hands
at the sight of the other
threatening to stumble
risking collapse
a collapse which
not one of us could bear witness to

the other’s soul
paralyzed and defeated
lifeless and saturated
by sorrowful thoughts
pushing tears out
in the heaving breaths
wheich seem to illustrate
the enormous effort
one must endure
simply to stay alive

Can we call it love
if when it falters
or when we think it has hurt us
we shy away from its concord
and recede into isolation
into the disharmony loneliness?


and so this is love
not as defined by tired old stories
not as depicted in the pages
of books that speak
of love and loss
as posessions of two separate characters
this is the love of existence
it is instead
an expression
this is existential love
a love that
having met its conventional limit
is bound no more
can act of its own free will
and bring forth unity
this is the love
of oneness
this is the love
that does not end

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