Heaven of Love

when you connect with another,
as a river connects with a sea
or as one sea flows into another,
you are not just forging a bond
between the other and yourself,
you’re expanding the great universe,
a heaven of love and human being.

Oblivious

But like infection is the petty thought: it creeps and hides, and wants to be nowhere–until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection… Thus spoke Zarathustra.


Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

as if a hundred little fish in the sky are singing
radio waves ringing to keep anxious minds afloat
upon petty tunes popular popping corks in the ocean
pretending to support those wounded mental bones
and by some strange magic that driftwood survives
without fear, without awe, without wondering why
for death’s embrace is their most willing surrender
flowing in a sea of living love they can’t remember.

Crystalline Song

I have no need to dream of a world without boundaries
nor a world where we’d swim in the great ocean of love
for we flow there now where the sun runs as uncanny blood
rainbows traveling beyond the wider beds of dusk and dawn
pouring its bright colors into sea swirling crystalline song
breathing ever anew: I love you I love you I love you