SOUL POETRY | On what love REALLY is. Not the attraction. Not the passion. But that still feeling below it all. Closer to…deep deep contempt.
my deepest love
is almost empty
empty as the deep sea below
where few things can live
but beautiful stillness
where not even sunbeams can go
there it exists
my love, undisturbed,
unchanging, ungraspable, free
safe from pollution
peaceful in storms
a mystery to mankind and me
in the depth of my love
there are no happy feelings
the colourful fish swim above
in shallower waters
with all other feelings
too shallow for deep water love
no, my deepest love
has an absence of feelings
no words, nothing to explain
it’s the absolute stillness
found in an ocean
so deep no sensations remain
