Love

Westward I watch.  The sky is high.  I listen and it speaks.  Water words imbibe me like light for a new convention.    There is love in thought.  Search, find your words.  Listen to them; speak your truth.  Let the hate roll off as pain from a fractured dream.  For all it is a dream.  A dream of brokenness and hate.  Yet from it we arise.  Love my, fellow man, love is the order oft he day.  Listen as love speaks.  It is the answer to your call, the fulfilling for your emptiness.  Love.  It is both pleasure and pain yet through the pain we are renewed.  Love my fellow man.  Love and through it you arise unbroken, unchained, unworried, inspired by light.  We all have love be it family, friends, work, or ideal.  For a moment you felt and that was your memory.  Grip it solid like sword hilt in war.   Beyond that we remember.  Pain; a mere feature of society bred to destroy yet we rebuild through love.  As he gives you pain, turn the other check.  Anger is weakness, lost in it we cannot see nor do.  But through love everything is possible.  Through love, the chains are unbound.  Use your voice speak, speak your mind be it pain they bring or pleasure it will never be harder than this moment. And remember your love, in all its form, always.  It is your freedom.  Love my fellow beings.   Love and all is well.