Love

Love is not just

for fate, or for the will, or for the 

leaping heart, or for the 

analytical brain, or for the 

stepping foot, or for the 

contemplating mind.

Love is acceptance of the necessary. Love

is both a base jump and a succumbing lying down smiling.

Love is not the sun, or the moon, or the sky, or the ground, or the roots.

Lovingly 

much more so than a mere toleration, but with joy

towards the sun, the moon, the sky, the ground, the roots,

the passing glance, the lingering hug goodbye, the awkward kiss.

Love is adoration for

acknowledging, absorbing, enacting the imperative

Here and Now, away from heavenly past and future’s narcotic release.

Love is abiding but never obligatory. Love is a constantly presented choice.

Love is the originary question, the question of questions. 

Every other question derives from the basic impulse to love or to hate.

Choose love as the man said to choose the abyss.