On love and freedom
You know,
(methinks)
love does not
care
much.
for all well based
and poorly played
plans
of mice
and men.
Or gods
or even masters
much.
Love does not care
much
of zen
or ki
or prana
or even
empy
ness.
Love does not care much,
of what is thought
or said
about her
lot.
Love does not care
much,
of yours or mine
regrets
or happyness.
Love does not care much
of life's tracks
or shades
of green
or grey
or pale.
Love does not care much
of her messengers mistakes
or faults
or coming
shorts.
Love does not care
much-
And yet she holds us
all
in arms
that still
the world
the cesar
and the magician
still.
Love does
not care much
and the care
of love
is her's
alone.
Love does not
need
much
of anything
for that accord.
And yet
it holds
the needs
of world at large.
Should wor(l)d persist
or should it it persihed be.
All things planed
are quick
to to
awry.
She does not care
much
but in her freedom's range
lies all
the care
there is.
Do you care to care for her?
Samo Bohak (c)2017