how do we measure
the invisible timeline
left to express love?
I had awoken from a nagging dream of trying to measure something. The specifics of what escaped me, maybe a table? The remnants of the dream left me unsettled. Combined with the particulars of my waking world, the haiku came out. But last week I wanted the haiku to be silly and celebratory, so the poem waited in the final pages of my previous journal.
How to express an infinite love in the finite world?
This week I looked at it anew and found it even more timely in my world.
As Valentine’s Day is right around the corner, it seems apt for the topic to turn to expressions of love. How to express an infinite love in the finite world? Does anyone else feel that all expressions, however minute or grandiose, somehow fall short of the magnitude, the vast love that dwells in our innermost heart?