Does faithful-loyal-love really exist?*

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(or is it only a word, or a cover-job for “commodities & desire”).

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We must interpret life through our mind’s lens 

for that’s what “seeing” means, when said of minds.

Some lenses need for less contriving bends 

to make their wearers lives match body’s finds.

An ideology, when held as such,

replaces our slow thought which takes much time,

and gives the answers quickly, saving much

of that commodity. Won’t that be fine!

If we treat our commodities as such 

that there is nothing else around, but them,

we start to undermine ourselves that much,

for “nothing else exists”. No space can mend

the claustrophobia, that otherwise

must tie our spirits down, along with minds

that like a dog must have time without ties,

where running and exploring, claiming, binds

us here. But greater still for dogs is “pack”

where leader can direct and work as well,

and members mean that wolf-life is on track

to overcome each single, lonely, hell.

But even there - each mammal nurtures young 

from breasts that give. And we the humans see

what is not spoken of (though it’s still done,)

in other species; possibility

of giving, not to get, but for the joy

of living out a bigger, greater love.

It’s hardly seen in young, but human boy

or girl has been known so to give*, not shove.

And I have seen a man give to a kid.

He gave not so the kid would make his day,

nor so a willing slave would do his bid-

ding afterwards. Not for some hoped for  pay.

That’s not to say no payment will come on, 

it is to say that YOU are not the judge, 

except of your own self, and you have long

known something in your core that will not budge:

unless one is connected to a big-

-ger love, of which our paltry love depicts

a shadow on the wall, our needed swig

to keep inside and harden up. Our tricks

compelling action, not from what we take 

for granted, but as what we choose to NOT

indulge in, when we could do so to slake

our own thirst, ‘coz a bigger will has got

us seeing what is good, and like a dove

(while snake-wise to the stuff we know is true)

allow the self-authenicating love

to act as only love has pow’r to do.

 

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*  In the wake of having just read “1984” by George Orwell, and tried various A.I. models, that remind me of the talking animal in the garden.

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