09/28/2009
there is no greater love
than the love of self.
self-love begets all other love.
like rain,
love must fall.
a storm brews.
cummulus clouds accumulate
dust
dirt
dihydrogen oxide
droplets
with faith,
the first drop falls.
it is the first of which
to fall...in love.
so small.
so innocent.
wondering,
"how am i to leap?"
"how do i fall?"
"should i fall?"
"will it be scary?"
"will it hurt?"
"will i ever fall?"
have faith!
FALL!
fall gently.
fall hard.
fall with wonder
and amazement.
but most of all, fall with eyes wide-open...
tis a splendid ride...
the scenery satisfies the senses.
your leap
of faith
to others
seems so natural,
void of effort
and full
of bliss.
drop.......
by drop.......
one...
by one,
other drops
around you
fall.....following
your lead.
here.....
then there......
hither and yon.
oh so gently
and full of faith.
then by twos they leap together.
faith finds them safely rejoined
where once separated.
they come together en-masse
upon their long-awaited resting place...
...
..
.
LAKE NEMESIS!
so very still just moments ago. it's contents content. it perfects its reflective, glass-like surface. true to its nature?
perhaps. but, truthfully, a mere reflection of that around it. look below the surface. uneven. shallow. in the depths, true turmoil and carnivorous currents keep inward onlookers at peace with its reflective personality.
the Drops'
continuous efforts
errupt and echo forth.
a nemesis.
sugar-coated narcissists take even more cover.
gentle ... wet kisses
awaken the lake.
so welcome. a pleasant "good morning", indeed.
firstly, it tingles. "yes! it's growing",
and does so like wild-fire. (?)
kisses ripple from inside out sending shivers of sweet anticipation for more.
"more, Drops! more drops!! MORE!!!
please! i thirst for more! oh, yes!
let them fall freely...land upon me where they may.
i've not a care as to where. i'm a whore!"
ahhhhh! lustful and gluttonous lake! glass-like reflection no more!
eyes glossed over, yea. nay, th'once crystal-clear reflections of shore
and tree, e'en narcissistic, over-grown shrubberies visage - il n'exist plus!
an absorbed soul in selfish, drowning love,
even gives way to pure love... true love...a love so genuine
you'd surely think a mirage.
but no! its circular tides wash over you completely.
it's under-handed under-toe
passionately pulls
you in and down...
caresses you...
engulfs you
in whirlpooling arms and simply carries you way.
now love-ripples, from whence came drops of faith
and of love, thoroughly seek to disrupt false reflections
upon all surfaces by rushing, colliding and rejoining with one another...
any other...together in love eternal.
from one lake-end to the other, in every cove, around every not-so-random stone or boulder and up
to every shoreline in every direction, love flows.
no dead marsh will stop it's drive!
"bring it on, Mother nature!
love me harder! release your heart!
give it all to me drop...
by...
drop...NAY!
SATIATE ME!
you cannot love me too much!
blind me with falling sheets of love!
let loose the dam!
nothing on earth should make barrier,
limit or conserve the flow of love!
let it rage and rush like rapids...
roilling...and tides crashing.
let it seek revenge...make up for lost and idle time at surf.
be not concerned of destruction of faithless, loveless standers-by...
collateral damage is necessary sometimes. if not for their roots holding them too tightly in earth's soil, they, no doubt would recoil. genetics, social conditioning, "forrest mentality"...it lacks humus! their faithlessness and green yet frightfully brittle trunks and these, their little sucker sapplings must give way.
collateral damage is necessary sometimes. if not for their roots holding them too tightly in earth's soil, they, no doubt would recoil. genetics, social conditioning, "forrest mentality"...it lacks humus! their faithlessness and green yet frightfully brittle trunks and these, their little sucker sapplings must give way.
I COMMAND IT!
whiplash, branch broken, some physical pain they will feel. it won't last long. they'll make their way again.
somehow.
maybe.
but the pain upon their souls...
down to their sapless...
ringed cores...
THAT!, my love,
is where they will hurt the most and e'ermore.
YOUR LOVE AMAZES THEM!
the wilds bewildered by it!
SO RUSH ON!
JUMP IN!
FALL DOWN!
DIG DEEP!
LOSE CONTROL THAT LOVE OF YOURS!
FEAR NOT THE PAIN!
when self-love exists, the sometimes-true cliche and often-times true law of physics, opposites attract, does not and cannot exist! love will find you. even when self-love is lacking, love will find you. if one insists that love does not exist in one's life or if, perhaps, after a loving couple splits one might say they'll never fall in love again, then i'd say that the cliche, love is blind, is, in this case, true.
LOVE IS AN ABSOLUTE UNIVERSAL TRUTH!
WITH...a capital "T"!
it's U-N-T-O-C-H-A-B-L-E-!