Posted by: dacalu | 22 October 2012

The Word Love

 

The word love is a ragged creature

Strung together out of syllables

It cannot bleed as hearts do

Leading men to their doom

 

Lips lie when they breathe love

Tongues deceive

When we confuse soul and mind

When sounds are mined for meaning

 

Only found in being not in thought

In breathing not in breath

Death of self to make this self

Selfless love.

[LJM 10/12/12]

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