Sunday, April 07, 2019

What remains


What remains.

One day, you told me that Love will pass
I come back to tell you that Love does not go.
It is not Love that passes,
It is the waiting, the attachement, the longing.
It is not Love that passes,
It is the disapointment, the anger, the sadness.
I come back to say that Love is what remains,
Call it God, the Tao or Revolution,
Call it whatever you want,
Love All or Love One,
It's the same when everyone is no one.
No matter the forms you take
No matter the emptiness of it all
Maya's dance is what remains.