Neurons darting, pulsing, resonating
Colliding inside my head,
Like a pinball machine on full tilt.
Lights flash, numbers whirl and mount
Bells and whistles,
Weeds and thistles
Growing, without permission.
Where’s the sense, the understanding?
The hows, the whys, the whens?
Logic is replaced by searching for truth beyond reason
A love for all seasons that does not fade away.
The fragility of every day weighs heavily,
For we know that this day is full of unexpected moments.
Yet, in that weight, there is a lightness,
Undefined by it’s very being.
Love, given, without measure, in all its fullness,
Brings an ease to the clamour, an ease to the burdens,
An ease to the soul.