love and superstition
June 20, 2008 § 6 Comments
It was a superstition,
it is a superstition,
it will be a superstition,
that we humans will
be destroyed by something.
Yet that something is none,
but us,the conceit “unnatural”
race,the narcissistic imprudent
beings who have ruled
earth.It will be our own
hand,will lead to our destruction.
Our love is too great for ourselves,
that is why,we will destroy what we love.
Until we can understand our own needs,
until we realize a few crucial things,
what we love might never live on.
I love whole of humanity,
yet there are a few special.
To them i am scared to talk,
as i fear i will destroy.
Yet what can i do,but love?
for my love is just too great.
Tears cannot solve everything,
nor the gut alone.Life’s love
is something needs a few moments
to be captured,i just wish those
whom i love stick on.If someone is
left for me in the end,then my life’s
mission is done,for finding true love,
is finding a true guide.Whom you need
to trust,life your own life.
If i need some love ,i have but no one.
I need to give love,then there are many.
love needs to be spread,
through the winds,
across the waters,
and like fire,
through all of earth and ether.
On the shore of life,
I wish to unify my light,
with one single person.
Who it is i do not know,
till then life will blow,
from the sword of my destiny,
created by own will.
Experience is a tutor.
the light shines the brightest
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Love can do many good things unless we destroy it.
I only have one thing to say.
Never lose yourself in your quest for love. I think the most important part of being human is loving our own selves. Only we understand what it means to be human in our own skin.
Don’t sacrifice yourself, don’t let anyone tell you who you are. You will know. & when you know who you are then you will be able to let others do the same.
Khalil Gibran’s book “The Prophet” really helped me to realize somethings about what it means to be human.
To me, most of your poem isn’ t about romantic love, just a little, and only possibly – I think maybe that’s the part that handmaiden picked up on.
As for that, I do think romantic love is kind of a “superstition.” A psychobiological trick mother nature plays on us to get us to mate. But it can coincide with genuine love, and if that longer lasting flame gets kindled it lasts a lifetime in the best case scenario.
As to your poem as a whole, I agree –
@handmaiden: i have read the book …..and yes but then funnily enough,when u love your self,you start doing things against yourself…
Love we think alone it as it will destroy self. Sometimes think it love or care, may confuse in the stage we were
The sword of destiny determines everything in our lives . . . but we hold the sword of destiny in our own hands . . . we can choose the way we use it . . . it is all about making the right choice at the right time . . .