Who knew the tiny electric sparks we felt when we first met, would light up fires so huge in our hearts that no one would dare fight let alone put out
©Sonia Ettyang

You don’t just fall in love,
you get lost in it;
revel in it;
explore it.
You fight with it;
hate it;
then learn
to love it
all over again.
Yet,
much like falling,
the only certain thing
with this madness
we call love
is that you must
someday
hit the
floor.
Nevertheless,
one of these days
you’ll find someone
to catch you;
to be your net
and
       let you
             float
     in complete
harmony
             again.

I think love is what we need in the world.
We needed it so badly we created it. Then we fought over it. And we corrupted it. It even became a disease. Until we found it had a medicinal effect. It could heal.

Love seeps into the ground where we bury it. The decay leaves traces of it. So is love also in death? Love is powerful indeed.

If love can find its way in life and death, it must not be mortal like us. Perhaps we can call it Divine. It must be what we see when we look up to the sky.

That’s why we describe it in so many ways. It flows like the blood in our veins. And when we no longer have the strength in our heart, it becomes the soul of our own.

All that effort
With no real gain
Nothing to show for it
But tears and pain.

All that struggle
Against fearsome odds
Earned from the world
The briefest of nods.

All that caring-
Reaching out
No one cares
What I’m about.

Bloodying fists
Against brick walls-
I’m ready to answer
But no one calls.
          ljm