LOVE
when there’s nothing left to say
it’s an unusual peaceful feeling
to know our power ends at our skin
sure we can act & talk, & maybe influence
yet, what kind of influence are we creating
are we bringing people closer to truth or further away
anything that is complicated has very little value
the simple things are closest to the truth
as christ said, let your yes be yes and your no be no
everything else is confused to different degrees of
trying too hard,
not trying enough,
or caught in some emotional whirlwind
we can change how we see & how we align our soul, minds, and hearts
and that last one is really where it’s at
corinthians hits this truth hard, paraphrasing here
faith, hope, & love and of all these the most important is love
we dance about in the cave that good ole plato wrote about a couple of thousand years ago
we complicate things, intellectualize,
justify, reason, creating a swarm of activity & chaos — all of us
but then it’s really simple isn’t it
& kinda mind-boggling when you see that what philosophers, theologians, & mathematicians have quested so hard after to find is so simple
it doesn’t matter
how bright you are
it really doesn’t
as in the end,
in the beginning,
and in between,
the only thing that matters is love
i’m not speaking as some wiseman or poet because i’m a bit flabbergasted at how simple it really is and i sure didn’t come up with it
i remember my mom saying the same thing to me decades ago and I thought it was unfounded
“yes, but why? how do you know
she couldn’t say and shrugged saying,
it’s what I know”
She couldn’t impart understanding with words
i’ve spent my lifetime dancing around stuff
trying to figure out people,
how things work,
and moving back and forth from disillusioned checked-out
to working hard
in pursuit of truth & happiness & distraction
and funny that most of it was just a whirlwind of unneeded action, thought, & worry
except for the things of love
love comes in all different forms, shapes, sizes and places in time and out of time
it can be a smile in the eyes of a baby,
the smallest of kindnesses,
a hand on a fallen shoulder,
repeated sacrifices for another,
doing the right thing for oneself,
or countless other simple things,
and you know it because you feel it
no need to think, discover, invent, measure, or conclude it
very little thinking is involved as its the thinking that needs to be brushed away like cobwebs in a kitchen
and that is what is kind of hilariously whimsical —
the quintessential truth doesn’t require logic or thought at all — no degree needed
the truth is simple
the truth is love
it doesn’t disappear
it’s always here
you can’t lose it
it never stops
we just confuse ourselves into thinking so
nothing new here
that i’m writing &
nothing else to say
