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Duality
The necessitarian would argue
For an object of attention
To justify
Anything.
He would say
A writing would do no good
Only being penned
And not read.
And a fruit tree is nothing
Without
A hungry mouth
To be fed.
"I am merely the object
Of its enjoyment.
The reason
It thrives."
But
I daresay it blossoms
Because it is given awesome breath;
An absolute justice
To be alive.
This is not my voice,
But the will of Reason;
Mangos are bunched up in trees
And fall one by one
Into piles if nobody harvests.
The plummeting is
Completely regardless.
Where more is this valid
Than in true lovers' eyes?
"We love just to be loved"
Is a myth
Exponentially tried.
Love, in its purest form
Reciprocates itself:
The giver the receiver
Of the openness he's dealt.
Note that light
Does not depend
On darkness
To be considered light.
No, no, I urge you
To regard it
In its purest might:
In the blackness of night
Light is perfectly abundant
If you close your eyes.
Disengage the tangible,
The sensory association
On which we unfairly rely.
Good is inconsequential.
You can argue that Evil
Makes you see
Holiness as preferential.
But we are not accurate measuring sticks:
Just because we cannot smell the food
Doesn't mean it isn't cooking.
We're just overlooking the essentials.
In this comparative fashion
We are only backtracking to God,
And that never works.
Stepping away from the wrong
Is not the same
As chasing clear goals of the good.
Backpeddling is blind
And can stray you in any direction.
Love is tiny
When misunderstood.
A wife says, when asked
Of her mate:
"He does not beat me,
Lie, or cheat, or treat me
With scorn or deceit."
No.
Another says,
"He is an essence of me
that my soul perpetually
partakes of.
I will not count the worries
He doesn't instill."
Yes.
God bless.
I don't align with Him
For fear of Hell's burn
But rather the yearn
For Heaven's zest.
The rest
Is irrelevant
At best.
