Sunday, October 17, 2021

The Center Inside

 

more a morning person, or pleased times have changed, before, a whit unclear, suffering from depression. but we’ll leave that alone.

strange how it happens, to gaze upon a certain woman, to ignore anything uncertain. it’s instantaneous, where others pass by, that one sticks in a man’s persona. but we’ll leave that alone. or will we?

some people dawn on our souls, they appear, but they’ve been there for a given time. it’s quick, from sightless to focal point, from nonchalant to intrigued. but we’ll leave that alone.

most look for a guarantee, many know it doesn’t agree—with rhythm, life, cadence; a soul needs its reflection, where a mind needs its passion, where a body has its lusts. getting all in a row is difficult.

when a child is coming up, parents must teach him about love, affection, must saturate his mind with the possibility of excellence; same with daughters; otherwise, one misses out on the value of other beings—especially, during adult years. but we’ll leave that alone.

abstracts permeate existence. we need asphalt—in a design where we use attributes—if to discuss attraction, more metaphor, more aphorisms. if to compare love, ideas are formed, while most of our language is intangible. we don’t conjure images that are scientific, unless creative, most often, we say “Love is like,” “Our Love is like,” “Our passion is the depths of the seven seas”—"Our hearts chime,” “We’re mates by souls, captured in search of one another, I found you.” certain language is indicative of passion: my heart is tangible, but that isn’t what I mean when I say, “I heart you.” this is a painful game, not like chess, more, I’m trying to convey something meaningful that I can’t capture—nevertheless, adoring you is easy!     

Love is difficult to address. philosophy can go too far. it gets to a point where nothing can be discussed. with Love, we imagine something grand. we are continually enchanting, re-enchanting, and desperate to impress the well-beloved—men and women. this is the tragedy of our dilemma. (some caught that!)

I need to see. I am not ready. most are compelled from an uncontrollable center inside. this might be Love.  

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