LOVE

LOVE.

Its competitive instinct, that throws us off course.

Vying for one another's attention.

Revelations of desire and pain.

Confessions of fear, insecurities and validity.

Dependency, attachment. Spats of consequence.

Love is risky between us beings of creation.

But, were we not meant for inspiration?

Are we not here but for the breeding of connection?

We weep and plead for loves continuity, stability, and consistency.

Yet, we cyclically scream the distinctions between our cultures, color, gender, religion and race.

Love is a hard way, the elders say.

To keep loving is bestial, dire and uncertain.  

Wondering constantly if the devastation of its loss will cease.

Whining that the past is dead.

Wishing for beings of another age.

The breasts of our mother's unconditional love are sown and we are lost, searching for the lukewarm milk, now treaded upon dirt and trash.

All one must do is find it, the elders say. And yet she and he and we cannot.

The young girl prematurely loves a boy, but will not to tell him so.

The woman secretly loves another woman but will never act upon it.

The poet “incestually” loves a cousin but neither of them knows it.

The son loved his father and never asked for that needed embrace of recognition.

The lover ceaselessly hopes to be his love’s only one.

And hidden longings still remain untold.

Comply with the system, uphold society’s beliefs, justify the agony of the caged with the comfort of the free, unearth desolation through wanton hearts, outcast the rebels, cheer the sheep, objectify the misunderstood and disregard the minority.

The problem lying within the simple rule that still becomes the question...

Are we here to find love?

No friends were here to maintain it, cultivate, and sustain it.

LOVE has completed its destination…

Through the trees, the oceans, the mountains, the rivers, the wind, the rain, the fog, the snow and skies.

Through the creation of the universe, stars, moon and sun.

Through the flight of eagles, the glide of dolphins, the winsomeness of hummingbirds and the howling of wolves.

Through music and dance.

Through the power of expression, the arts.

Through free will.

Through the fulfillment of dreams.

Through our ancestors, grandparents, and parents.

Through our descendants, children, and grandchildren.

Through the warmth of family.

Through the reuniting of lost ones.

Through friendship, parenthood and sister-brotherhood.

Through the end of war.

Through the victory of justice.

Through the search for peace.

Through the laughter of people.

Through birth and through death.

Through the presence of light in darkness.

Through happiness and sadness.

Through knowledge, principles and virtues.

Through respect, integrity and kindness.

Through the eternal memory of our long gone loved ones.

Through the infinite sea of my lover’s eyes.

LOVE has completed its destination through ALL, through US, through YOU.

LOVE is eternal here.

There is nothing to find, there is no need to search.

LOVE has never left.

Duende, siempre duende.

-N