being to timelessness as it’s to time,
love did no more begin than love will end:
love did no more begin than love will end:
where nothing is to breathe to stroll to swim
love is the air the ocean and the land....
love is the voice under all silences....
~e.e. cummings, Selected Poems, p. 71
The poet is one who “pulls us into the very complex center of life.”* Not even silence is that center, but the soft and loud voice of love. ~jpc
Long live love! Namaste.
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* note: Kierkegaard, Purity of Heart Is to Will One Thing, p. 115
image: "Beneath the Unseen Silence" by John McCormick
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