Living in the ‘let
go’
In the present but
in the ‘let go’
Living on a
sprawling estate of the ‘no go’
How is love going
to know?
Even though
I am living in the ‘let
go’
I get up from a
desk
Let go in the
present of the moment that is now in the past of where I was sitting
Living in the ‘let
go’
Sprawling estate
How is love going
to know?
Even though with
every move I make I move into the ‘let go’
I let go of the
moment in the moment I moved
I let go of one function
while creating another
Living in the ‘let
go’
Automatic ‘let go’
Static the only
thing the body can do is blink in the ‘let go’
Frozen still
Time
In every passing
moment
‘let’s go’
Living in the ‘let
go’
Living in the ‘let
go’
Living in the ‘let
go’
How is love going
to know?
How will love find
me?
When I do not even
know where to go?
How will I conquer
all?
When I cannot find
love in myself for myself?
How is love ever going
to know?
When my ears want
to hear certain words formed into certain sentences
Designed into
certain paragraph’s that are filled with meaningful phrases
How is love going
to know?
How is love going
to know where to find my lost, and buried soul?
If I have lived a
life with no knowledge of how to know?
If I naturally.
Automatically. Do not have the capacity, or capability, to know?
How is love going
to know?
When I have only
just learnt I am always letting go!
That love is only
lost
Love only seems
lost
Love only appears
absent
When not recognised
as omnipresent!
You pronounce me as non-existence
By your own insistence
Even though
I am always present
You claim I do not know
When I am the one who has
filled you with the contrast of what appears like rain, dirt, mud, and cold
You believe nothing
Or nobody is around
Yet I fill you with the breath
and the voice that makes the complaining sound
Love is everywhere
In the very choice of change
and adhere
In every single movement, or non-movement
there is a ‘let’s go’
Love is movement
Love moves with movement
Love changes what is still by
the moments that tick by
Love is present in the journey
that is Life
Love is present in the
knowledge of every individual life
Though pain, heartache,
abandonment, and cruelty exist
As real
Not always in a fleeting
glimpse
As honest in the brutality it
gives
Concrete in the heartache and ‘good’
that it punishes
Though abuse and heartache can
remove every feeling
Natural sense
Knowledge of the existence of
love
Love is within
Love is every time you get up
from being down
From being thumped to the
ground
Love is in the attack you
survived
That made you decide to do more
with your life
Though addiction may have you
buckled and held tight to its side
Love is in the recognition of
the calling of its name
Love
“Love. ‘Love’ make this painful,
hard, hurtful situation, easy for me to embrace, easy for me to leave, easy for
me to hold onto, easy for me to find who I am within, within the situation I am
faced with in this moment, and in the moment it changes, love…. make it easy
for me to ‘let go’”
The passion of someone’s love
for what they do
For what they can do is all
around
In every city
Every Town
Every country house, lane, or field
Every lake
Every space, home, and business
place you can see
In every monument erected to commemorate
moments of achievement
Even though time has passed
Memories
Unites hearts
Though we feel fail
Unable to recognise where we
might be
Love is in the nature of the
flower, and the weed
Love
Love is
When recognised
As it is
As Love
That love
That is omnipresent
Around us
all
Love
Natural Flowism
A Freedom of Being!
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