Brevity in Love
Entire lifetimes, nothing compared to the moments of pure bliss that we had, and the hope of an intertwined future.
Her face, a mirror into the shared soul.
The reflexivity, the conductivity between beings, gone.
A world all yours, a lonely god.
It manifests love from pure will, to keep it, to keep us, company.
Your love spread across all things, to all places.
Dispersed... outwards.
To retain inward focus despite all the pain of existence.
The loneliness; not the kind that you can run away from towards your loved ones back home, but the kind that is eternal.
Dreaming and dreaming, the source of all creation.
Ineffable formulations, derived from the infinite emptiness of being.
Art in action.
Estranged from the possibility of acquittal; with love manifest pain.
All things must end, even the most pristine, beautiful and eternal things.
Time forces us to experience the finality of infinities.
We must experience boundlessness in the form of containment, of ascertainment, of entrapment.
The meek are not for life, but life is all for the meek.
To sin is to let even the smallest and most insignificant moment pass you by.