The Lotus hood (saint)

Does Love need Lines???

what is love?
what are lines?

what is love? Is is the conscious act of bearing, receiving, becoming empty... suffering? So not to fall or wake without feeling like one tried for two or more. Is it necessary or even foolish? Is it painful and intrusive? Does it scare the beautyful ones?
Perhaps the weeds oly want to love?

what are lines? Is it not emphasis, seperation, support or protection? Is not rules?
Boundaries, because without it, danger becomes a reality and without skill, understanding or experience, death can be an assurance? Is lines not the strive to survive?

who needs lines?
when we can absorb and become one.
But we can't
We cannot fill up a cup & still not have space
One may blur into the other
may only mean the line is not straight
does it have to be?
seperation is there
Even the elements obey
but do feelings?

I love you
But I must protect myself from further on

∆

 

Feather falling

I was looking up but not looking upwards
more or less, I was looking down but not looking downwards...

when i saw a feather falling from a bird above
twirling in the air
dancing in the wind

A combined of the seen and unseen

Not the feather nor the wind

The bird. The flight across skies. The wandering through weathers & wilderness

Of all, I would never know
Never see the unseen

∆
from one feather falling

I trust myself to learn. To hope
maybe even to seek

But I will never see the suffering
from whence it came
where it it withstood. In determination to fly & not to die

But i may see the feather fall
and worship its descending curtesy ...
from everlasting
to nothing