Love affirms us, accepts us, cherishes us.
Yet, something inside is deathly afraid of Love,
even though we long for its touch,
its caress through human hands,
through some amazing, silky voice,
through this one’s shining eyes.
Yes… something in us is also wise,
knowing that it is reckless
to open wide to someone
just because they have learned to say
Love’s magical words.
It often takes time
to know… what is in the soul,
what hides in its shadows…
is there any unconscious thing
wildly in control, seeking pain?
But no… something else in us
is foolish, and turns from Love’s promise
precisely because Love
would kill it dead, expanding open
its tight, constricted nature,
melting its punishing shadows
into nothing but laughter