This Lover Cannot Be “Convinced”
This Lover cannot be convinced, lawyerly, Nor do I care.
A physics “debate” on the nature of “reality”, Is a spoonful of dirt in my mouth.
This Lover desires the Wine of Longing, Not a dissertation that seeks to “prove”.
I do not seek knowledge… “about”, In the immediacy of Existence, Now.
The knowledge of those who came before, The Blossoming of the Heart, Now.
This Lover longs for wordless Benediction, A half-empty glass of tepid water.
The mind-bound declare this a childish emotionalism, A dualistic View for the simple-minded.
But this Lover, too, used discernment and discrimination, Having reached the end of their utility.
There, I revel, instead, The Ineffable Sublimity of the Great Mystery.
A Love not by Lover given, The end of Lover and Beloved.
In which the “meaning” of the word “Love” Vanishes, … |