OF LOVE - EROS

The scriptures say Love is patient. I say it's insistent. It demands and commands; it never asks politely. The arrow flies to your heart without warning, you get hit, you bleed. You lay there in a pool of passion. Not your choice.

The scriptures say Love is kind. I've found it brutal and confounding. A pugilistic conundrum and no title on the line. Styles make fights, This opponent, Love, can always break your defense. The smart money is against you the moment you step into the ring.

And yet you do.

For Love is mysterious, wondrous, comforting. What I'd love to show you, what I've seen, what things to which my mind wanders when driving down a dark highway in the desert night amid the crumbling ruins of the city called Syren Sea. The fading sun paints a burgundy sky as songs whisper on the radio their tales found wildness, soft madness and secret tender solitude shared.

I tell you to love, love deeply, love fearlessly, freely and unconditionally. If you could do one thing, and one thing only now, it should be to love with reckless abandon.

Dismiss the Socratic dialogue in your head, the contrary responses of others: softness, weakness, sinfulness. To the last, to love is no sin, love is the breath of God keeping us alive.

Leave the naysayers to me. I will slay that beast.