I was in my writing group. And, we fell to defining love.
As long as we’ve had language, we’ve been trying to put “love” into words–and often failing. But, we know instinctively when we get it right. My fellow writers turned to the sages and dramatists and poets of time for definitions of “love.” I turned to my own sages–the Blog Staff.
The following is junior Levi Kassinove’s reply.
— Blog Advisor Zachik
When the stars darken,
Levi Kassinove
Few remaining question,
If what they see is what it is,
And if what it is is really what it’s supposed to be.
When all is assimilated,
Ideas are never braved,
Except by love.
It is the anchor to the ship,
To keep the ship from floating away,
To madness and wrongness.
It is the connection to all that’s compassionate
But a connection at most
For nothing is the same
But everything is okay
strip away all
the hearts & balloons & flowers
to get at
the essence of
love is
to love is
to be loved is
everything is
okay
Evidently
The ending of
My poem was
Hastily
Written
But it’s
Okay