there is no love
without consciousness
there is no life
without love
how do we tear
ourselves apart
with only a word
come to be
what could I say
to forgive you
of yourself
and the weight
the burden you bear
for no other reason
than the comfort
of its presence
like the yoke
of the oxen
without it
life undefined
purpose in being
ours to decide
will we be
what we will
the past is buried
a windswept tide
washes the stains
from our lives
each day a flower
waiting to bloom
from the burden
buried before …
grandfathersky 