when I was young, but past
the age of discretion
I fell in love, a premeditated
walk of the circuit oblong.
this love proved to be yet another
in a long line of spring of brine, yet
the silver in the gray, the light in the shadow
is the reward of the forlorn.
what I did learn through painful trial
here I will share with you: a Light
emanating from the Center.
of the colorful Eye of the Divine.
Love tears away
the imposed given
and shafts of truth penetrate from
unseen quarters.
what you will see, young man,
should you care to love without fear
is the kaleidoscope of the living-
Heart of Man-kind.
each and every love, sometimes
brutal, sometimes kind,
tears away a bit of the masks
that lie: we are not one.
God is One, and so are
His Children. We pray, we
cast spells, we cry, longing
to prove: 1 + 1 = 1.
