LOVE
THE ART OF LOVE IN PROCESS OF MAKING
Lover asked:
What is love?
-Love is a journey with no return.
And lover was on the way to a journey.
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You are asking me of love.I dig deep in dreams and am drawn away,to find things out about love,like poets and philosophers before,there is no way to return,to answer you,when you are asking me of love.
Doubt that the stars are fire
Doubt that the sun doth move
Doubt truth to lie a liar
but never doubt I love
--WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
On my way sometimes I think love is a spring of stars to take you to the unknown path .There is no where at the end.There is no beginning either.But you begin and you are gone.Is love the future then?
NO NO! There is no future for love,but falling with fall in a well of solitude,filling with another solitude,between the walls.There is earth on earth.There is sky on sky,and you are encircled by encircled,in an embrace of a common destiny.So the cage opens to the cage,and body is free with body,
in togetherness.
Love is that moment never arrived ,and arrival in neverness is love.
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My love in her attire doth her wit
It doth so well because her for every season she hath
For winter ,spring and summer
No beauty she doth miss
When all her robes are on
But beauty,self she is
When all her robes are gone
-ANONYMOUS
You paint yourself to paint one naked
You pain and one pains
You are released with the one who is released.
You are free and bound.And waves wrapping you around waves,to wave with your wave and the other's.
So what is love?
I told you,if I return from journey,I answer yuor question you asked.But meanwhile love is a spark.Sitting in veranda,who sparks and you spark,so guess who is in flame and fire,if you are thinking of love.Lovely.You are right.
Now back to future but there is no future,as you bound,or in your bound.You bound with love.You are burnt with love.You are buried in love.Then you bound even furthermore,and the walls embracing you tighter,as destiny bounds with you.
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On her eyes my eyes did stay
Over her smooth limbs my hands
Each sense was ravish with delight
And my soul stood prepared for flight
Blame me not if at last I meant
more to be pleased then innocent
-ANONYMOUS
SO WHAT COLOR IS LOVE?
Is it you in color
Or color is you?
Are you you?Or I,or you I.Love is defacing you.You are surrounded by nightAnd night might be in love with surrounded one(s) If you open the book,you fall in the book.If you turn the pages,you fall in pages,and words,and letters,and blank. Love is that blank,who brings together the books,the pages,the letters.Love is that legible,illegible, in a space of invisible paint,when there is no paint,sinful or innocent.Love arrives,painted in paint,in a paintless paint,and the canvas is upside down or inverted
and the paints pouring down,and the painting is all blank,before and after painting.And love still in a long journey taking you and you in company.Love is defining you.
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Are you trying to read love?Behind the curtain and wall,whispering in howl,howling in silence,silence in silence?Ashes to ashes,dust to dust.
Then come out and run.Love runs on points and lines,falling and standing,but confused,Confused of what happened and how it happened.Nothing happened.The world turns to say the word:turns.And knows he didn't,she didn't.They did not.And love is that DID NOT,
that happens to say that did.-NOT.
Love is a knot,knotting bodies and soul.You open your eyes to close your eyes to love,and love forgives you to be bound with you ,and separate you from universe who turns in love,wishing to fall in love.
And the journey
in bound
and release
does release
and re-bound in destiny.
O soft beginning to the rapture of unknown road,to end!
And...
I SHALL LOVE BETTER AFTER DEATH
-ELIZABETH BURRETT BROWNING
Images and blography by : MOJ
