Love, at the helm of things
The intelligent mind,
unable to comprehend
love, without lust;
opulence, not kind,
a poverty-monger;
success, taking sides
professes failure;
in love’s presence
existence experiences
abundance…
from the depth of
a bombed earth,
a green sapling,
unconditional affection
announces birth;
love, at the helm of things
dancing, swinging, singing
in the middle of all
human-made crises.
© supratik 2023
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Love. That mystery. Is it the ultimate letting go of oneself – into another; not counting the cost? I liked this immeasurably.
Dougie
Yes and no, if it is about letting go into another because in the all-pervasive love, there is no other. But it is an emphatic yes on the letting go bit.
Thank you very much for liking it. Gratitude.
Lovely poem. It reminds me of sitting with my mother in her final hours. All resentments or disagreements dissolved in the awareness of profound love. It made me realise that in the end or the beginning, love is all that matters.
from the depth of
a bombed earth,
a green sapling,
unconditional affection
announces birth;
There is no place that love cannot exist and make itself known.
Alison x
This is exactly what I intended to say. Very nicely put, I could resonate with it because I had a similar experience with my mother too, I literally saw her expanding in her final hours.
Supratik
ps And thank you for the nib! I saw it just now.