A THREAD OF LIGHT VII.
And what is love? To be human
is to allow It to pierce you with
Its tender arrows, though you
feel certain you will die.
Only we don’t die. We live
more vividly. Life without Love
is like a streambed through
which no water runs, like a
house without a clock that
chimes the hours so musically
that you wait eagerly for the
next one. Or like an afternoon
sitting on the bank of a small
river without sun to intensify
the green of grasses and mosses,
to lift the warm brown of the
sand, patient between the black
hulks of rocks, into view.
Connections that stay also change.
They begin in the unlikeliest way,
persist against a lifetime of odds,
then keep transforming themselves
and us. The point is: we’re hooked.
There’s no way we will let go
if we’re honest with ourselves.
That’s all that is asked, but it’s
non-negotiable. You see, if we
deny what we feel, it turns ugly,
and sooner or later our souls die.
Acting on what we feel isn’t
required, though it helps if we
can find a reasonable, mutually
agreed upon channel where
feelings may safely move and
not undo us. Putting the fire
in a fennel stalk is only a
temporary solution. Mutual
work for the sake of others
works well. The fire has to be
delivered. Use it to wake
people up. What else are our
lives for except to give away
everything we’ve learned? Make
every single suffering step count.
Then die happy.