Mom, I know what it means now
To be in love
Psst, she says
No I think I do Mom, at some minute level at least
I kind of understand this cliche
But naturally I think I know it better than that
Because this fallen feeling is securely fragile
It's like being under a house of cards
Come, come with me I'll show you
It is worth the edged unknown
The air is weightless here
It is thin and you don't need to breath hard
I seem to be staring at my hands
Moving them within curiosity
As though I just discovered them
As though I realized how alive I truly am
Bone flesh and blood
Is it all in me? Generating itself?
For it's not wondering why it is doing so, but just does
And perhaps I shouldn't wonder why I am here
But just do
Exist with a dance of the soul and be useful
And love, LOVE
Is the highest I can offer
So Mom, I'm practicing the art
In practicing, I think I am showing
And showing love perhaps is being in love