Can we go beyond the love that we know
to reach a father shore?

Can we know that which has been hidden
all our lives?

Our lives are bound by certainties
but the greatest discovery lies in a question

a journey into the ineffable
where words cease
 and a new life begins.

Love is a force
not for a thing
and when felt this way
unwinds everything you thought you knew.

Ruined, your notions of the past
lie resting on this foreign shore

But quietly
a new life begins
new life emerges
and a new story is writ.
Love as a force not for anyone or anything
it undoes every agenda
for this or that
for it is for the great All of everything….
Not a thing
a force
felt flashing and living madly within me
undoing me despite my efforts to claim otherwise.

Love as a force is not to be played with
but known
like wind
that cannot be captured.
What madness is there in those who love such things?

And who knows?
Perhaps this is just the love that Gods have
that leaks out from their presence around us
and we feel it as a force…..
in such places as this anything is possible.

Welcome to the furthest shore…