There is no easy equilibrium,
there is no simple balance.
Love may have once been
a painless maneuver, once,
but we have complicated all matters
and nothing comes without
that there is some price to pay.
The equations no longer behave,
the numbers do not add,
the right words do not come,
or if they do, we fear to speak them.
What shall they say of us,
we who have lost the ability
to unwind our own entanglements?
Or is this a human thing,
after all, that our situations have
always been thus, that we
do no more and no less than
all who have come before
us, and all who will come from now?
We are all but fools. We
bend not to pick up the gold,
but stoop instead to dig our own
graves.... But I think there may
come a day when we look
into another's eyes and see
for one brief flash all a person
was meant to be. And we will
imagine that we will have touched it
once, that which is forever
beyond our reach, and too, in
every heart: the source and birth
from which comes all love.
me?!
ali