In the warmth of the springtime,
birds are making musical sounds.
The freeze of the winter is over
and there is a joy that abounds.
You didn't feel the soul’s outreach
or a solitary wish If at all I must say.
you only trust the world you see,
It doesn't work for you this way.
The thoughts are ever unseen
and unseen is the soul's decree.
The reality is this world is unseen,
unseen it was and it will ever be.
Why is it important to let go?
Let it take its own time to fade.
The heart curates your notion
because it is a heart and not a spade.
The essence of universal love
is beyond physicality.
I tried to explain this
bound in the limits of civility.
I've never believed in shadows
either in thoughts or in voice.
I never doubted my intuition
nor did I doubt my choice.
May you feel loved in your life,
with each day like valentine's day.
Love is beyond reason,
that's all I have to say.
It was a universal inspiration
dissolved back into the universe.
The searing pain of a lost cause
can be felt in this verse.
It's love's elation that we love,
and often attach it to the people.
Love never gets lost,
it resonates, it's that simple.
I pretend to understand it
and try hard not to be sad.
I don't want to feel too wise
and I don't want to be mad.
So is it really springtime?
or the beginning of another fall?
Jostling with the reason in the cosmos,
the life of a solitary wish is so small.
- Author: Max (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 12th, 2023 05:44
- Comment from author about the poem: Heart is a heart, it keeps, it curates, it attaches to a feeling and spade is used to dig and throw things away.
- Category: Love
- Views: 10
Comments1
well written
Thanks
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