Friday, May 10, 2024


What we think of 
as joy 

is only 

What we take 
to mean peace 

is just love 
that's been frozen. 

But love 
is the tough one,

because it has no 

it never evolved, 
and it did not begin. 

It exists 
the way light does

as a pretext 
for seeing. Or 

as heat does 
for living. 

Or like gravity—only, 
the analogy to force 

is quite coarse 
and and confusing.

Because sheer love
is so absolute 

that doesn't make us 
do anything.