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)