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The Antidote

  

There is no love without pain
No adoration spared
The trials of longing…
To pluck this rose
We must clutch its thorns
Embracing the wound
Of our lonely sojourn
To embark on the return journey.
The sickness holds the cure
As the agony of affection
Dissolves all separation
Intensifying our love
Through the strain of absence
Inciting a restlessness
To draw the chariot
Of our divine madness.
This savage tension
Serves the means
To our salvation
Like the quivering
Of an arrow shot from
The bow of stark necessity  
Whose wild flight carries us
Into the shivering of Beauty.
The declaration of poverty
Fills us with the vastness of
That numinous ocean
Brewing the antidote of felicity
In the arms of sublimity
Whose warm caress salves
The bleeding of the heart
Drink deeply my love
                                                  And you shall meet the Friend
 

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  1. Akira Taylor25 January 2023 at 10:04

    "There is no love without pain." The words are drenched with poetic wisdom.

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