The frustrating thing about being
in this space place and time, I’m seeing
Is feeling offbeat missing words to the rhyme
or reason. but no matter the season
I will always believe in
the depth, height, and width of love.
Because it conquers all, it forgives much
and never loses touch
of the divinity of humanity.
Storge, philia*, eros, and agape
and one day it will roll and rock me.
On its waves I will drift
with a lover who is willing
to do the work it takes for healing
the trauma from the drama
of this human experience
and to realize that it was all an experiment.
The variables of fear and the constant of love,
the dark night of the soul,
the whole from which we’ve dug,
out of and into a new reality
where we are we and can simply just be.
Let’s hold hands and proceed on this journey.
Who knows how much time we have?
Let us eat, drink and be glad.
Surpass the frivolities of all the animosity.
Bypass the petty disputes of blind men seeking an excuse,
to do the harm they do without remorse and vain pursuits.
Excuse me,
can we have this dance?
Get our backs up off the wall and write our own romance?
One that will never be believed
and when they finally look up to see
abundance will be our receipts.
We’ve cashed out.
So pack light my love
we know this is enough
Because love conquers all,
we are too lifted to ever fall.
*philia is one of the four ancient Greek words for love: philia, storge, agape and eros. In Aristotle’s Nicomachean Ethics, philia is usually translated as “friendship” or affection. The complete opposite is called a phobia.
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