Let's Love Life Madly
Let's Love Life Madly
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Right on Kerouac, we need to love life, in all its manifestations madly
Loving that which is devoid of any inherent self existence, yet appears like stars like space, on a canvas without limit, where anything is possible, strait into the heart of love.
I know it may sound ethereal, almost not real, a ghost in the gears of time.
It isn't real.
Relief
Emptiness, unfolding glittering endless potentiality.
Sound abstract? Its as ordinary as the kitchen sink, it's always in front of us, yet out of reach, we can't fix it in any solid way. Ultimately it's the pure joy inherent in this precious human life, it's our common birthright.
Seem easy, it oddly is effortless but how we struggle against this phantom self.
Love is not sentimental.
Love manifests in all forms, just as needed.
Sentimentality how you quiver.
Saccharine sweet fade away
Humble, so humble.
Always the lowest of the low.
That's where love strikes its lethal blow.
This body is a sad ship for sailing starless skies.
Just surrender.
Love is victorious, and has all the patience needed until we get it.
Yet we must learn anew in the next moment.
Time, time oh you melt away.
Time, another construct, we can cast away.
We, it all merges yet differentiates into a kaleidoscope of multiplicites.
All the unheard voices speak.
We need only listen.
Truth is only spoken in quiet places free of words.
Truth, a causality.
Truth buried.
Nothing is as it seems.
We need a collective remembering, just one moment.
Poets hurl lighting bolts liberating language from it's long bondage.
Who are these poets, shamans of old.
Singing the ancient songs around the campfires of consciousness.
We must create "Islands of love."
On dark raging stormy seas, we all need refuge.
Dylan sings Blind Willie McTell.
The hard rains fall, the unchangeable gives way to change.
Just a crystal.
Geometric forms of crystalline music.
Fugues, the melodies of all expressable, wine and weave, intertwine, dancing seeds
Nietzsche invites you to give birth to a star, to chaos.
How this life burns away one identity after another.
We have to somehow learn how to trust ourselves and each other, as we crystallize and fade through time.
And time, an old joke, that collapsed long ago.
Laughter.
Childrens laughter.
Just listen to the children.
The future generations of children appear, the sun is so bright, but we so need the light.
Those future generations.
This generation.
Now
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David Arndt at an unknown date in time.
Completed September 14, 2022
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Artwork by Let's Love Life Madly
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Right on Kerouac, we need to love life, in all its manifestations madly
Loving that which is devoid of any inherent self existence, yet appears like stars like space, on a canvas without limit, where anything is possible, strait into the heart of love.
I know it may sound ethereal, almost not real, a ghost in the gears of time.
It isn't real.
Relief
Emptiness, unfolding glittering endless potentiality.
Sound abstract? Its as ordinary as the kitchen sink, it's always in front of us, yet out of reach, we can't fix it in any solid way. Ultimately it's the pure joy inherent in this precious human life, it's our common birthright.
Seem easy, it oddly is effortless but how we struggle against this phantom self.
Love is not sentimental.
Love manifests in all forms, just as needed.
Sentimentality how you quiver.
Saccharine sweet fade away
Humble, so humble.
Always the lowest of the low.
That's where love strikes its lethal blow.
This body is a sad ship for sailing starless skies.
Just surrender.
Love is victorious, and has all the patience needed until we get it.
Yet we must learn anew in the next moment.
Time, time oh you melt away.
Time, another construct, we can cast away.
We, it all merges yet differentiates into a kaleidoscope of multiplicites.
All the unheard voices speak.
We need only listen.
Truth is only spoken in quiet places free of words.
Truth, a causality.
Truth buried.
Nothing is as it seems.
We need a collective remembering, just one moment.
Poets hurl lighting bolts liberating language from
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Artwork by DANIEL MERCADANTE
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