Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Love, Suddenly

 Chicago Skyline, August 2010

Suddenly,
the lovely things of Love makes sense;
A blaring comprehension of what had been
a blink ago a barren desert,
flows in pools of clear reflection,
Love is all
to who believe,
Love is shield and sword in battle,
The breast and might that fed tiny hearts to fight, that there be
mighty freedom,
Provision for need,
the shelter and the bravery,

Priceless in its intimacy,
The purest of pleasures
 releasing beasts of tightly wound tensions,
and unleashing an even deeper
Knowing that
humility is not in
thinking less of self,
but in thinking of the self
Less,
and backing off the me, me, me;
The lovely, moving earth with lightening speed
and redirected energy...
The real talk it takes
to forgive oneself, and forgive another,
to honor a lover with mutual pleasure,
To play the tune of the silken lily
in all her static electricity,
 sending shock waves volatile in the natural
so beads of sweat, collected and kept, spin like gold,
and fill until
the thirst is quenched
by all the best of virtues,
warm

The storm,
is not where character is born,
but where clouds are thin
to see within
And where a wisdom able and giving and willing to trust Love
is needed to work through and
just not Know,
Because there is no ease to being human,
No ease for the helpless, restless, trapped or ego beaten,
And only one committed to love can truly let it go;
and let Love work as
ignorance vents from the usual suspects,
overcomes as true love does,
And faith in courage
presses the warrior to and on through the pain of loss
to times of change and better days,
where baby thoughts are held in gracious rays of hope;
humility, the antidote,
A merciful daisy displayed in her dismissal
of rancid power plays, selective stupidity
and self-centered blind ambitions,

Despite the mess,
as one to rightly serve and choose,
the humble is chosen to be so blessed,
to touch, and taste, again anew
in a spirit and truth absent of pride,
shame or
malicious intent,

Till suddenly,
a blaring comprehension of what had been
a blink ago a barren desert,
flows in pools of clear reflections and 
second chances

The lovely of Love is fearless in the stream,
racing free of false self
in dreams of orgasmic fire and the color of life,
with lessons learned,
and cryptic translated messages sent:
Settle in the cockpit,
The place is here and time is now
to protect the Love that prepares you, arms you
and expects
the storms that seem to come upon,
Suddenly,
without lament


© 2010 arkay evans

5 comments:

  1. Love this part: "humility is not in
    thinking less of self,
    but in thinking of the self
    Less"

    OMG!!!!! You hit it right there!!!

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  2. To write something such as this requires true reflection of self.arkay your example is one we should take to heart as the new year unfolds thankyou for sharing and insight

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  3. To write something such as this requires true reflection of self. And true reflection of self is something we should all do as this new year begins to develop so I truly greatful for your insight and wisdom you have provided a truth in direction of self thankyou GOD bless and peace be with yoi

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  4. HUMILITY IS NOT THINKING LESS OF SELF BUT THINKING OF SELF LESS...THIS IS A SERMON IN AND OF ITS SELF...THIS SPEAKS TO MY HEART!!! :)

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  5. Thank you everyone for reading!

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