I was thinking this morning of a conversation with one of Mike's friends on Saturday arvo about people possibly doing everything to benefit themselves, as distinct from the possibility of people doing things for others even when they themselves still benefit... etc. I hope I wasn't too brusk in my reaction to my acquaintance's statement. I haven't talked much with others about it, mostly conversations with myself, where i mostly understand my motives, and I don't have to be careful about how I say things to myself. Anyway I was mulling it over more as I lay in bed this morning and as I've been walking today. This is where I've got to so far:
Well how on Earth could I believe love is
existant in these days. Heard it's extinct!
I don't think dinosaurs could even kiss.
And if they did, their programing was kinked.
Or else a transfer of saliva might
have been important for digestiveness
within a species lacking U.V. light.
No gift "for others' good" has happened yet.
It's only twisted round to look that way.
We know that all is done for species/ self.
Don't We? When honest? Folk like that would say.
So now we have to put love on the shelf
of Disney movies made for little girls
to help them keep their wishful thoughts alive.
The myth of love quite often still unfurls,
is rampant there. That's how it may survive!
The smallest weakest ones believe in love
to help them not to face realities:
that pow-er is what keeps folk up above
and able so to know the facts like these,
to fight and win, for knowledge is a pow'r,
& minimizes what must be coerced.
It's kind of Eco-friendly in this hour.
But not all scarcity must be reversed.
But cont'ry to this view of all the world
and one that I hold to, to be more true,
is one where love with open heart unfurled,
has given us the chance to pick and choose
that's whether we'll step up, as baby gods,
or else step down to just programed desires.
The first has selves appearing, 'gainst the odds,
the second one reduces what inspires.
It seems to me there is a sense in which,
since love is only ever done by "selves",
it can not be quite "selfless", that would ditch
the self that would show love. We need to delve
some more, & when we do, we see that love
alone has pow'r to bring a self to be.
Who knows where its pow'r ends? It's from above,
and wants to grow true selves from you and me.
Love's way is not directed to curtail,
but flows around, and goes the extra mile
and doesn't stop. I've heard love does not fail,
nor keep within all boundaries & smile,
as though each thing is good, just as it is,
and all our systems, habits, are just fine
when pow-er and coercion do their biz-
ness, with no other way for us in time.
For love stops not at parts, it sees the whole,
in fact, it makes this universe exist.
From love each atom gains it's very soul.
It's love that makes us solid-ish in mist.
Love fe-ars not the thing that we call death,
for it's more real, as light is, than the dark.
And it's the kind of thing, with ev'ry breath,
that make a life worth living. It's quite stark.
The kind of thing that will go into air
that has through pow-er's exercise been raped
(till gas sustaining life has gone from there).
Seems like it must be super sized and caped,
or mythical, for all those little girls.
And so it is, the smallest weakest one
has more insight than mechanistic churls.
I am convinced that love, has just begun!
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