Without Love

Without love
I am but a living vapor. Washed around the world
Like a cleaning cloth on a crystal.

Without love
The vapor of my life would leave with hardly a whisper.
My last breath as quick as the first.

Without love
Joy would be a dream of a dream.
Awake in the dream and sound asleep through
The emptiness of dreams innards.

Without love
My crystal of life fades & dulls.
Reflecting only upon its own black hole.

Without love
Every breath gone past is more important than the one present.

Without love
The brick wall of the end would be
As awesomely feared, as it would be hungrily sought.

- YET -

Beyond the total, all-absorbing darkness reigns the spark of a silver spear from beyond eternity.

The spark is not a balance to darkness. It is a living spear piercing from one end of the universe to the other. Never seen coming, my soul is thrust through - nowhere to go.

Impossible to run away, reality tells me I am done for.
Wriggling like a speared fish, I surrender to whatever fate the spear has in store for me.

Within the surrender of the spear of life, I also surrender the vastness of my one-time comfortable darkness.

As darkness fades, never to return, my dark comfortableness is replaced instantly by the light of a living freedom.

A living freedom more precious than a universe filled with and running over with, the rarest and most precious of jewels. Even a king of fools would surrender his throne unto the ultimate, unwavering victor name "Love."

Softer than a thought, stronger than the might of time, whatever I was, whoever I was, whatever I was to become in the absence of love, is as dispersed unto oblivion as an expired breath, given some time ago, lost in the unreachable time of memory.

As love is constant, so is the newness of my life constant.
If love is the harbor of life in the sea of humanity and the universe, I have become a ship unsinkable.

Thus - my ship, made of that which is more rare & precious than a universe filled with the most rate & precious jewels, is where I have my being. The living love becomes me and I am not, and never will EVER be again -


Without Love.