on the topic of Love's kinship to the Atom Bomb.

If the radiance of a thousand hearts were to burst at once into agony that would be like my gift to the world... [Behold] I am become Love, the shatterer of lives.

I am the firepit--drawing you near, but not too near. I am the mermaid, enchanting you but leaving your friends heartbroken. I am the village elder, for my eyes are cold and dark, and I am the youngest of the tribe, my laughter beckons you to frolic.

I am alone, but I am near you. I am kind, but you will feel only the roughness of my calloused hands. I am standing at the edge of creation, do not pass me for the precipice is deep and the danger great.


Monday, November 08, 2010