Love

you are as beautiful as dirt
dirt is as beautiful as you
life is just too beautiful
for me to distinguish a value
between one and two
when one is you
though you make two
because without the one
there is no two
and without the two
there is no,
me and you
therefore, you are as beautiful
as the ground you stand
keeping you upright
walking with your head in the clouds
where we first met
and on and on and on
we went
so I can’t remember
which one of us fell first
all I know is
God made dirt
and dirt don’t hurt!

there is a beauty and art, as well as a needed and natural lesson in falling senselessly in love, during which through time, a sense will be made of it, so it isn’t built and founded upon the same senselessness which first captured it

this is the childlike imagination stage of abstracts developing into mature constructs a concretes which act as foundations and pillars that give form and structure to the infinite idea of love

so yes, at first, when falling madly in love, it is easy because of past failures, to have wise and logical assertions for how to love and why you love, like saying, a person should add to one’s happiness and not be the sole reason

to this I say, when we speak of a temporal kingdom, there are so many reservoirs of happiness, and primarily one can be the reason or source of one’s happiness, it is but an aspect of a growing tree, the branch is not the whole of a tree, but it takes time for the branch to realize that there are more branches and parts than he

in time, more things will appear and cause awareness and further development, through the infinite well of love, and all it offers and teachers

but first, the imagination must first be captured by love, and then love becomes the teacher and shows the madly in love person, that this is but an aspect on an ever-growing tree, and it is only an additive, for there is something deeper at the foundation of this feeling, and the only way to realize it is through the act of falling in love
whether that be with an idea, person, belief, pursuit, or ability

then one can finally say, after they allowed themselves the free feeling of free-falling or this indiscriminate craze of allure, I have grown and understand that which I have and that which I am

this is but an expression of an ominous presence called love to which I get to experience my own and that of another’s

so to continue forth in this sense of senselessness will be my senseless ending and undoing

I desire to not be a blind madman, but one with sight, now that I allowed myself to seek and see

had I not allowed myself this pleasure, I’d have not given myself the opportunity for its lesson

in an aspect of life dealing with intimacy, you are what makes me happy, it is one of the many aspects of my life which I enjoy more than most others, so it takes up a lot of space

but it is not the aspect of life to which I know nor live as my identity, it is just an expression of my identity, it is a thick branch on a tree of me

so I had to lose myself in this love, to lose my sense of selfishness all the while finding myself in a sense of selflessness because of this love

now when I say I love you, I can say it from a point of knowing not only you, but myself, therefore it is a word of affirmation for us both, being expressed externally to you from a point found once willfully and willingly dived in within us

I lost myself to, and in love, to find us both, as individuals or whole-parts, together in the greatest physical expression of oneness and unity, a couple

and you and I, we’ve found ourselves, because at first
we were just a couple of lost people loving

you are the first in a long while
to have shown me
all dreams don’t come true
because, all dreams I dreamt
I dreamed of living them out, with you

what physical harmony is there
better than woman’s synchronicity
an instrument designed specifically
chemically, biologically, spiritually

for the blues of all histories
and the clues to all mysteries
if Man is limited
Woman is infinity

what carries forth masculinity
if not, femininity?
if Hue man is rhythmic entity
Woman is order, orchestra, symphony

if Man is sickness
then Woman is remedy
truth is a fluid identity
literally, I wasn’t just speaking physically

I was speaking symmetry
I was meaning synergy
I was gleaning both absolute and relativity
summoning a lyrical memory of a primeval all-encompassing energy

I wasn’t just speaking affinity
nor procreative activity
nor the entanglement of extremities
just to name and claim industry

because no woman is based solely on fertility
gyrations and spewed obscenities
nor is any man’s foundation based on manipulating fragility
overindulging vitality into virility

yes, in retrospect
maybe this was a call for civility in gender proclivities
and a balanced sensitivity
because I’ve spent enough time around unbalanced tendencies
realizing the importance of harmonic union of two world’s-
a bound and bonded kinship, an embodied universal serenity

coming to grips
I’ve had to let go
of things I gripped
which really, gripped me

false notions of warmth, grabbing what isn’t mine
and leaving what is
clutch of deception, has stolen my mind
illusions of bliss

fond of the idea of love
but I have love
it is emotion which blinds me
like spoils, I covet too many

simplicity, modesty?
word’s which once offended
but I see detachment’s wisdom
deep where truth is hidden

but truth is
truth truly isn’t
hidden
we’re just lacking vision

the loss is in extremes
the compass, within its seams
but nothing is as it seems
delusional attachments intervene

my heart has four chambers
not to one solely it clings
yes, it understands proportions
and the balances it beams

what is mine,
is me
what I am
is nothing

what I have,
is nothing
where I am
is everywhere

where that is,
is nowhere
where I go
is my choice

but I’ll leave
all things
and keep with me
no thing