I am beholding the unfathomable.
At once mesmerising and terrifying:
The drop
Into the abyss
Where time
Stands
Still.
I seek endless searching:
Digging and finding both treasure and treasure map;
Opening a door to find a room full of doors,
Each one opening into a hallway lined with doors,
Doors upon doors,
Each door a mysterious, ecstatic joy –
And I go on in endless searching.
Love is not something to be acquired –
Love is an ocean to sail upon,
And dive into,
And explore.
Love is so often associated with sweet fruits: strawberries, peaches, apples…
But I think love is like a potato, or an onion, or a carrot:
The best parts are hidden beneath the surface,
Secrets waiting to be discovered, devoured,
Delicious and nourishing.
Love is an invitation:
‘Come and find me,
Dig me out of the ground and open me up.’
(c) Johnny Sharpe
