Love meets us

[nic4897]

We recognize and tense with thighs engaged and pelvis dropped, we prepare. Waiting for next move in runner's lunge. Conscious. Aware. On guard. Searching for the next game so we can bolt propelling, escaping. What next play will throw us off balance? As if we couldn't manage otherwise.

 

Stop. Don't run.

 

Stay. Stay.

 

It won't hurt. We are too numb and merely dreaming anyhow. 21st Century, our hearts are present yet the same souls are dying. Still alive, hoping with baited last breath and unaffected by any enlightenment because they are blocked.

 

Love. Remember?

 

It's when you give and there isn't anything to gain. It's when you receive and there's nothing to say. It's when you cry and there's someone to hold. It's when someone is crying and you have empty arms.

 

Love.

 

It's when you don't understand why you're acting the way you do. It's when you laugh and you feel yourself for awhile. Respite from realism. Breath into lifeless soul. Soul into death yet legacy eternal.

 

It needn't be romantic nor friendship but always about the whole, a community. A forum. Love is about everyone, including you and every experience we have ever experienced together. Love is everything we don't have and everything we need most and is our golden, utmost commodity, today and then, 22nd century.

 

Love.

 

The taker and the giver without identity, an overwhelming wave of warmth. It is the future, it is the past, it is now. So teach and be taught unafraid.

 

Love.