A Simple Complexity
We learn it from puppy licks
And kitten purrs
From bird bath chirps
And bedtime hugs
We test it with raging hormone safaris
Stalking its elusive coupling
Enigmas we thought familiar
Now but jesters in our youthful courts
We come to know its quintessence
By accepting the disappointment of lies
The 4 alarm fires of the heart
Flooded by ducts of tear-laden fear
Courage is born
As the sun awakens moments anew
Where hope and expectation
Patiently await destiny
Growing feelings once so simple
Now of experience hard fought
Embrace the unattached heart of being
That state of mind
Without need of anchor
A simple complexity
The inward caress
Forever afloat as essence
Love
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That state of mind
Without need of anchor
Not easy to do, but so marvelous when we can.
Forever afloat as essence"
Love these two lines. Attachment to the opposite sex is a paint by the numbers sequence, only trouble is the numbers move and change seemingly at will. What is a perfect "10" today can, and will become double oughts within a months time (or less), and without warning. Therefore the ability to adjust and/or deal with the changing of love's rumple seat, which was so cozy mere weeks ago, but now is uncomfortable and downright miserable.
Still, it is "The inward caress / Forever afloat as essence" which allows us to keep trying and trying and trying until darkness overpowers us and all is lost, except, of course, "The inward caress / Forever afloat as essence."