The Four Noble Truths
Sadness is the Echo of… Love.
Like a quiet string, perturbed,
by incessancy.
The inquisitive mind hops,
The timid one drowns,
The eloquent one demands Silence!
All to please a crowd, that is minding their own businesses.
Voices leaving ashore, notes linger behind…
Crashes crumble into a night with sweeping darkness… And:
The moon, staying stationery, up in the tall,
— Sky,
gushes about how all this time —
Sadness is just —
Love
(— May 2019, Revised Winter 2023-24)