We were once all agog for the journey of life
Now just a mouse click leaves curiosity cured
Nescience masquerading as artificial cognizance is rife
Likes, follows, comments, thoughts and prayers lured

A slayer of ambition gave birth to the lazy
No will to work, no will to think, just click this link
And complain all day about how your life is crazy
Stare at the screen as if forgotten how to blink

Welcome to Medusa's social media inc.
Share every feeling that's on your mind
Arachne's weaving web now interlinks
A Giger painting has become mankind

It's embarrassing
It's depressing
It's caressing
It's inheriting

The natural beauty that lies outside
Left only viewed through filtered photos
Language devolved into hieroglyphic emoji replies
Tobler's ambition left reposed

Curiosity and ambition subdued
A final word
Adieu

Wave comes and goes,
without displacing its position of sources!
Spiral cascade the links and
interwoven over time and space!
Flow continues transect over space and time!

If you want go by wave its sudden and momentary,
But no one avoid spiral, in fact life is spiral,
And when flow interlinks tumble in the spiral,
It woven the movement of matter and life,
As you reflected in ‘Last Supper’ and ‘Mona Lisha’!
So, we prefer flow with spiral not wave!

When sun on Taormina sinks
Its lull will paint the evening still
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.

Far yonder star, in silence, winks
So well aware the air will chill
When sun on Taormina sinks.

The boundless vista slowly shrinks
With twilight tints at nighttide's will
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.

And, all at sea, the ocean drinks
The gentle rain from off the hill
When sun on Taormina sinks.

The solar sage above re-thinks
And yields a sundown-coloured spill
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.

The light of dawn here interlinks
With dark of dusk, the day to ****,
When sun on Taormina sinks
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.

And on the days when I search for love outside of myself, I have to remind myself that love exists within me.
That my perception is skewed when I seek it through a blind man's eyes.
They don't see the battles I've fought and won, and the light that transcends despite the scars.
I know an unconditional love exists because I feel it in my heart.
The yearning to share it and have it reciprocated can be painful and solitary, but I have faith in the healing potency of love.
I will continue to be on this journey of learning to kiss my scars until the love seeps beneath them, sometimes imperfectly but always wholeheartedly.
I'll linger in that place until the laws of attraction make it a tangible thing for me to see, and feel the renaissance reflected in another's words, actions and the alignment that interlinks them.
Because I'd rather pour love back into myself than be mearly lusted after by someone incapable of loving me faithfully, and just as imperfectly.
This exploration has taught me that love is not something out of a fairytale, it is an action, and a choice.
Today I choose love, and I choose to be surrounded by those who choose love too. ❤️