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Being a mere provider
is a lonely chosen journey.
We all need to be needed and
need to be wanted to be needed.
Why has time thwarted this need?
True love needs no power struggle;
yet, for the once powerless, even
in love, power craves its self.
Loneliness
in togetherness
struggles with its own
oxymoronic insistence—
holding its fragile own…
Ironically, it’s not about
being always right; but rather
the fear of being less. Thus,
the proverbial last word.
Lost is the understanding:
To disagree is not to disavow;
freedom grants all an opinion;
and all opinions have a right—
irrespective of individual conclusion.
In our union, neither of us is less
than the other; there is no need
to equating individual suffering.
Equanimity is anchored in enduring love.
Love: seeking and knowing its self. Love:
the one and only elixir of itself.
