The paradox of love What is love? Can it be defined? What is it in its core? Every culture, religion and Ethnicity has its own connotation What is it when its Stripped of All personal experience Will it ever exist? Without a lingering connection To a religious symbol Or is it limited to a Sacrificial death? If it does prevail is it only an abstract concept For a coexisting emotion Can it be defined by its negation? If so Than how does it look in its positive? What is love? If it’s not a feeling or a longing Will it last or is it a phenomenon to keep us going Is it confined to a legalistic belief system? Why is there war If there is love Why is there a continued imperfection? Or is the epitome of acceptance in a Pain filled world with the sole Knowing that there is eternal freedom If wait-then why now? Is it a journey of an encompassed suffering? Or a hopeful destination Will human vocabulary do it just? Or is the sub consciousness uncontainable It its lust Will the hunger grow? And acceptance be complete If there is forever Then what allows the realm of a love to survive Has it died? Or does it time to time Come and go by whispers Will there be a philosophical dogma To its explanation Or left to a personal condemnation If it does exist Why is it buried in a paradox? Pulled by a tension of opposites How do we surrender to the Knowledge of an idea in our unknowing? If it’s transcendental And presumably equated to the life of a God Does it hold true to a Buddha or a Shiva? If love is unfailing Why is it sometimes exclusive of Certain people and their race If it extends why does it Continue in the extensive consumption of consumerism With the continuation of human Exploitation If we are created with it for it Why do we neglect it? Its purity Why do we shelter ourselves in a safe commodity? Instead Seek to understand its Enigma If it’s true why aren’t we being its vessel? Where is the love in unity? And will there ever be an establishment of its base In a human life or should we let it blow of the Next ahead If love is contained to the blessings Where is love when It’s most needed during pain Are we searching for it or are We simply blind Due to the glasses of our eyesight Are we trapped in defining its technicality? And loosing its aroma Can we hear its rhythm? Or have we become too busy Does it simply belong in the translation of our Choice? Love my question- Ends with how it began? Not what, who, how, where and when But simply Why? Is it an initial chemical exertion? Or a physical attraction Can there be a psychological longing An emotional satisfaction A philosophical mystery And a theology in the findings Has it been discovered? At all? Or is it a pseudo hope of the temporal Will it ever be known or is the truth remain In its unknowing Of its power And in silence It will rest Until revealed…. In crystal clarity… …. | 