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 2021
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Dodgem

Love. That mystery. Is it the ultimate letting go of oneself – into another; not counting the cost? I liked this immeasurably.

Dougie

Stormwolf

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

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