Love is all there is.
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It makes the world go round...."
and to those who mock
or doubt its power
there is no option
but to wait in hope
that one day the veil lifts
and reveals the futility
of bitterness and regret
confusion begins
when love is misplaced
or misdirected or misbegotten
love is everywhere
even for those who are
not in love with one
but between humans
that were all born of a mother
and who will one day die
we all suffer the same
only some are stronger
to keep the demons at bay
the haunting black void
that awaits us all
must be conquered daily
so we seek another
to give us comfort
and pleasure of body
to remind us we exist
it's that simple
our overwhelming urge
to love with passion
can change our lives
shall we not strive
to please all those around us
in whatever way we can
with compassion and kindness
with humor and understanding
with light and goodness
with words and music
humanity
love
one
we can decide
to make it good
and see the underlying being
a spirit given the gift
of being alive
for a purpose
be it small or world-famous
everyone must try
everyone gives up too fast
or condemns love
for being elusive or liquid
but it is always there
within
truth
Finsbury
it is all inocent greed
and a touch of fear
and a bit of desire
Jim Carrol
Greed satiates itself before the act of lust,
In the power thrust of nothingness. It is as a blast
of emptiness
before the start
of the universe.
But Love.
Love.
Love yearns
and is multiplicitous,
diaphanous
as the first bright starball
of all forms....
the
first....
and
the
last
beginning and end
shanti shanti shanti
Jim Carrol
this is a very honest reply. the day we are born we have to be greedy enough to get what we need to survive, otherwise we die. but then we share our strength, and supply the weak too, for which we should never expect thanks.
Love is not a word.
Love "means", only when outside language, as do feelings and impulses of avarice and fear. Words don't. Words impede meaning, inexorably. Therefore words can't mean love, but they can mean impedence by their very nature. Love? Greed? Fear? The words impede our terms. Mine, yours, everyone's. To be a human? NastAngels did that on the other thread. The unsayable was...suggested. That is poetry.
good people philosophy
Jim Carrol