The Other Side of Love is Love

    I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:
How are you?

I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:
What is God?

If you think that the Truth can be known
From words,

If you think that the Sun and the Ocean
Can pass through that tiny opening Called the mouth,

O someone should start laughing!
Someone should start wildly Laughing Now!


She’s been in the being of doing for many seamless days now. Months have passed away on the incoming and receding tides. With a long breath and pause she allows the observer in space to reveal. Ever grateful for these predawn hours of solitude and quietude. 

Existential questions arise in the mind on the nature of reality, alone yet not alone in these deep ponderings of souls immersed within this realm of duality. All the years of experience are present yet not, how to put this to words toward meaning without solidifying it into another identity? This allowing of effervescence to dissolve the once tightly held truths is an all together unknown space.

So many voices clamor for attention and yet there is a silent revolution occurring even as we speak. So long unaccustomed to silent communion, so misdirected to some intermediary to speak the language of love for our souls. This perversion now screeching from the receding of it’s time, not ready to give over to the light emanating within it’s long dark halls and chambers filled with secret ceremonies that have left all who participate in the throes of fear of the ultimate death of self.

What is the other side of love? This question posed itself in her mind and stayed present demanding she answer it. She heard the often quoted words, fear and hatred. Looking ever deeper she could not find hatred or fear … where did these long time companions go? She felt the swirling of sorrow with loss and the rising of joy and laughter but no where were the stalkers of the cosmic voyager, her only conclusion that the other side of Love is LOVE.

“We are this radiant silence. I, an eloquent darkness.”


Gratitude for a friend who shared the above quote.