My Encomium of Love In Motion
Sunday, April 26th, 2009Love has never been nor will it ever be endemic. Love just flows in motion. It makes me understand Zora Neale Hurston’s classic and classy description: “Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.” Whoever declares their divorce from love is simply a sad soul with a sad case of heart-nesia. Their pain has tossed their heart into a crippling malaise and inability to remember the joy of love. Their soul has forgotten the poems it once wrote in iambic pentameter: “i wait| each night| when phone| time shines |your light” (more…)