Why do I love so deeply
yet hold back at times
afraid of drowning
in such tempestual waters?
The surface of love
would seem to be so,
unsure, shifting with the wind,
the only order being chaos.
Yet beneath it all
is the great and mighty sea,
supporting, comforting,
holding every golden moment
safe and gentle.
Cool
within it depths
all is here.
Nothing is lost
to the surface storm
of time.
The illusion is all
when I live here
above love
not sinking down
into its welcoming embrace.
Above
there can be loss
confusion
and heartbreak.
Yet here
is where I must live
and love
laughing and crying
with the wind.
Dancing
and rejoicing
within times
seeming mastery.
A duality
of one
for one is part
of the other.
Life is love
and love is life.
There is no above or below
where all is one.
