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To Love

For those who have shown me love.

To Love
 
Is to leave it alone
To have strength in weakness
Not to shout
or be angry
Not to insult
or to strike back
but to flow.
 
To see
that time and space
are the only infinite
the only argument
worth fighting over.
That there is nothing
and everything
in this moment.
Power, potential
and all that you need
in this love
of yourself.
 
To Love
 
Is to be a friend
to be there
to be supportive
to listen
to try to protect
and expose
in balance.
To enable
To set free
others and yourself
from the burdens and chains
of melancholy sentiment
lies
and the dead past.
 
To Love
 
is to understand.
To see and to know
all that the shouting mouth
does not convey
The tearful eye
cannot display
or appreciate
The tired mind
cannot overcome.
 
To Love
 
is to be with your enemy
give them time
patience
energy
companionship
turn them around
to look in the mirror
and show them
the moon and the stars
for what they are.
 
To Love
 
is to know that death
is your only friend
That silence is your home
That your body houses the entire universe
and all that you will ever
know,
see,
hear,
touch,
taste,
smell,
and that from there,
if you are lucky enough
to have love,
whatever you speak and do
will be too.

(2014)

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