The kiss of love

She blew a flying kiss,
closing her eyes,
Steeped in love,
as love itself.
And it meandered along,
in waves of joy,
Spreading forth cheer,
unlocking the dreamers,
from the trance of sufferings,
and the pain of separation.
And for a moment,
we all closed our eyes,
And we felt her love,
Her shudder under our skins,
alive in pain,
alive in pleasure,
alive in separation,
alive in unity.
She was not loving.
She was love herself.

Violence

As I arise,
I dare to impose,
I dare to judge,
I dare to agree,
I dare to disagree,
I label as positive,
I label as negative,
I wait for a result,
I am patient,
I am in a hurry,
I am good,
I am bad.

For without holding on to a tree,
I will be washed away,
By this great wave,
Only to find,
That the wave is an ocean.

Violent when I see,
But as I drown,
its calm underneath,
Am I a wave? Or am I an ocean ?

I know I am both, and neither am I.