God called and said
“I don’t know what you are doing
But knock it off”
“But it’s an ‘Impulse Sublimation’, God” said I.
“Furthermore, it’s OK to be lost to lost, so being found isn’t needed…right? I mean, if lost is the opposite of found and saved is the opposite of unsaved…. “
God failed to interrupt me this time which I found TOTALLY distracting…
I surfaced motionless, spirit memories seething in ecstasy. Lost in contemplation and silence...even when the voice within is so powerful...it is stilly silent to all but the 'Heart of a Hearer'.
God said, “Don’t give me any s-h-i-timothy.”
Guilt is the Bastard Father of all lies.
As time goes on, my God seems to acquiring a sense of Timothy
(AKA, a sense of humor)
Saves me from myself every time.
None know the meaning of love until it is given away.
It is
in love
leaving us that we learn of love.
Whether it is returned is not the point, per se,
but
incomplete love is like yin without yang,
a flower without the sun.
A flower is not the sun,
but a flower without the sun does not "flower".
So it is with love.
Loving myself is incomplete unless it leaves me. The theory of a vacumn is erroneous.
The ultimate sacrifice is
not giving one's life (AKA death) for someone else. True love, true sacrifice, is loving others more than they love us.
Pendulums come and go. In the Grand Universe of the question and archtecture of love, (loving with a whole heart, unbroken, is not real love) some of us are loved more than others and others are loved more than...finish the story...
If loving myself is good enough, God would not have created others. We need others to be complete. That is not to say that a person cannot have a good life in the so-called state called, "alone" (there is no real such thing as "alone", for it connotes the idea of "other" by necessity).
WH Auden said, "If we are here to love others, what are the others here for?"
"All is laughter, and all is dust, and all is nothing; for out of unreason is all that is." Greek Anthology
Leaning toward cynicism in not intented. Rather, it just means life does not require logic. It requires paradox and acceptance.
Bliss taken with pain...the depth just the same, reinvents itself.
Which of course leads me to the above poem...thanks for reading it.
Written February 1st, 2006
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