Ever the Fool

Random images remind me to let intuition play... to find that one has played the fool...and that no affinity occurs in the vacuum of silence... that there is more to love than just pondering its loftiness... that its birthed in the breathing out of both word and deed... and sometimes it disguises itself in the language of care... and silence... for that is its limit... for it is trapped... and sometimes never realized... it never moves forward to manifest itself because it is only caged on the banks of a canyon... never to be consummated... where both its voice and action are unheard nor captured in embrace... only to press the night with restlessness and more visions of lofty unrealized foolishness... with earth, seeds and no water to move it to stir soil... and to abandon its foolish play... they say "be love"... some say pray for rain... others know the embarrassment of holding to its tenets with nothing reciprocal except for the silence... but those that have tasted the real fruit know to be  grateful that it's manifests... love you... we know what we are.... we are made to be love