Love is the cure to self.
Your first encounter with a Certain entity in an unlikely yet predestined point in time may cause you to think to yourself
that the world is bleak yet color seems to splash out of nowhere
or
that the world is beautiful yet darkness is a welcome friend.
When an Angel soars across your mind in the form of a thought you may sense
that blessings often appear in disguise
or
that poison wafts through the air like a sweet aroma that beckons.
When you stumble upon a Memory under the dimmed streetlight of a familiar lane you may recall
that your father has always upheld you when you saw yourself as independent and grounded
or
that your mother had a heart so frozen it gave you chills that made you feel alone despite being warmed by her care.
When you stay still, enclosed, and a Light bulb goes off like a bright idea you may see
that youâve been captured but you do not contest for a trap is no different than an embrace
or
that youâve been so intoxicated by a wine dry you are now a free spirit.
Now youâre secure in a box.
Is it true?
Now youâre running wild.
You are pure and sweet,
Venom you eschew
You bathe in honey and bear a sting so vile.
You know not how and you know not when
Yet this way you have become.
For the way you have been never was a sin till you see
Youâve needed more and never some.
Your arm is outstretched.
Your soul, it cowers.
You grab it all.
Your insides are devoured.
It all has come to this
A moment has lead to a kiss
But no not one that warms your lips and heart
But just barely a whisper that tears you apart
What is this that you feel?
A heart-wrenching Symphony
Or a Wraith to heal
You are uncertain now.
It all communicates the same.
Crisp or dense,
You embrace alike
If only to breathe in Itâs name.
Oh how It soothes
With so much pain
It is madness
Yet how It keeps you sane.
It is not as strong in you as It has been.
And will certainly not remain as weak as It is.
For in the past It has been small,
Yet soon It will grow to swallow you whole.
But for now It does not consume
It is not much like a flame
Your unchanged ways you still resume
For It is more like coal beneath a paper plane.
Slowly you burn and lose your flight
As only ashes remain
In all your weakness and with all your might
You can never be the same
And so It has consumed you
Youâve lost yourself and are no longer here.
The Earth weeps for where might they find you?
Only in the palm of what you held Most Dear.
âThey are in peace now,â that is how they put it.
In a box something is placed.
Youâve lost personal identity a long time ago
Yet now they look at your face.
It is their turn to wonder how it has come to this
Yet they will never know
Until they too lose themselves
And follow where you go.
In love have you been?
Or has love hid in you?
Do you know now what it is?
Or does it know every part of you?
It has now been defined.
For youâve come to know it so well as it surrounds you
And your guard goes down with no mind.
It defines you.
Now you are gone.
Yet it remains.
Where you may be found they ask again.
Inside the heart you sought after all along.
Are you lost?
Are you near?
You have been found.
You are right hear.
You are in the Life that surrounds.
Getting rid of self, you are found.
Albeit simplicity, it will be made profound
Till all may see that in losing self, Love abounds.
