On love that is not dependent ON, but exists, regardless, deep inside of us. On love as a state of being.
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
