The Rocket Science of Love

Sometimes, the fragile seams
of our
existence, can be broken

But sometimes, with a bit of luck
and the touch of a divine
wind,
the vessel of our soul
can be mended – like a broken vase

It will not be the same
pretty vessel
that it was, before it broke

But it will certainly give us
a chance
to hold water, and to bear a few flowers

And what is life, without flowers?

But no doubt, sooner or later
someone
is bound, to discover the old scars

The old scars – from those misfortune times
when life
was not so kind, and dropped us to the floor

And I am sad to report, that many
a good soul,
never recover

Because they fell
from the final edge, before making
the final discovery

And what is this, final discovery?

That some poor souls might learn to use pain
as a holy staff, and limp along
in life,
as though it were one, long agony?

No dear friend, that is no discovery
That is just
a lesson, how not to live.

The final discovery, is this;

That there is only one bonding adhesive
in the entire universe,
that never fails to repair, a broken soul

There is one. Only one. Just one.

And the good news is, you don't need a PHD
in Rocket Science
Or an advanced degree in Quantum Mechanics
to discover it

Because it's already there - inside of you
waiting for its Big Bang moment
of expansion

Love.

Love – is the bonding force.

It is greater, than the bonding force
of stars
It is greater, than the bonding force
of entire galaxies

It has more gravity and punch
than all
the converging vortices of black holes
known, and unknown

It throws more heat
and light
into the universe,
than all the shivering quasars combined

All of them together,
are but a dim
and powerless shadow, compared to Love

For Love is the glory of all things
that burn,
and give off light

In no region of earth, nor any region
of space,
can Love be conquered