Love, that most cosmic of forces, is often relegated to the most private of realms. Masquerading in the place of love is an obsession with tantalizing, physical pleasure-seeking that obfuscates our urgent need for real intimacy. The great poet Rumi has a lovely story that he tells about the two paths in life: the path of love and the path of fear.
Two women walk the same path, both leading to the house where the man has been waiting. One walks in fear, one walks in love. She skips. The woman who walks in fear covers the same distance, but her walk has a different flavor.
It is a walk of fear, a walk spent in terror. Fear is powerful. There is the fear of something bad happening to people we love. Fear of losing what we cherish, fear of not attaining to what we dream of. There is so much fear in this world. Fear-mongering politicians have figured out that they can protect the interests of the wealthiest among us by turning the mass of poor people to be afraid of blacks, Muslims, and Hispanics.
ISIS projects their terror via videos that are patterned after American horror movie tradition. Just a couple of days ago, we saw the prime minister of one nation Israel standing in the Congress of a second nation United States espousing war and terror towards a third nation Iran.
Fear is a powerful means of mobilizing the masses. Yes, fear pulls us down. Love lifts us up. Love moves us more than fear. Fear is ultimately a poison that corrupts our own heart. And as the green sage Yoda told us :. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering. Love is different. Love propels us beyond the confine of our own ego. Love is a Divine force that makes us divine. Yes, there is real fear in this world. Yes, fear is powerful. We can choose love.
The path of love is sweeter. The path of love is more luminous. Fear is about what I think you are going to do to me. Fear is about what you are going to take from me.
It is about all of us. Love says there is room for all at the rendezvous of victory. The path of love is not the absence of fear.
Real love is made possible through vulnerability. There is in this love the possibility of being genuinely hurt. Hailie's song. Lose yourself. Pictures of Eminem. Part 1: love sonnets to Laura. Soleasi Nel Mio Cor. True Love; my poem. The Love of Her Life. The Sad Mother. The Shinning Host. To See Him Again. A Red Palm. Listening to Jets. Home is Where the Hatred Is. It's Time. Where Did the Night Go? Amor Eterno. Cuando Entre la Sombra Oscura. The Mother.
Outline of Analysis. Jesus Colon. Heard 'em Say. Poems by Li po. Book of My Nights. From Blossoms. She Doesn't Walk in Beauty. She Walks In Beauty. When We Two Parted. Flying Inside Your Own Body. Siren Song. Basho's Death Poem. Poem that Tony created! The Old Pond. Year's end. Still I Rise. Nobel Prize Winners. Sky's The Limit.
Octavio Paz. Perhaps not to be is to be without your being. A Plantation Melody. Ships that reach a shore. Dividing Poetry into parts. Figurative Language. Poetic license. Rhyme Scheme. Slam Poetry. A Prayer in Spring. Fire and Ice. Akim's Poems. Art as Flirtation and surrender. Oh Beloved. Why Cling. Drapple-thorned Aphrodite. Ode To a Loved One. Penny for a Thought. Scared Money. Talk to Strangers with big heads like Reagan and foheads like Ria :.
Bear In There. Messy Room. Tell Me. Mad girl's love song. Never try to trick me with a kiss.
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