Invisible Love

Feeling but not believing,

Sensing without touching—

Pure magic of love in act,

Or the mind in delusion?

Trusting the unknown, splitting—

Invisible. Impossible. Forbidden.

Letting go of the desired future,

With no ability to forget the past.

Poisoned dreams. Violated secrets.

Shattered hearts and frozen souls.

Stolen, ashamed, and broken—

What has not even yet been revealed.

Free spirits in the wrong bodies.

Parallel realities longing to cross.

Lost, disconnected, dishonored—

And yet, playing the usual games.

Truth or dare? One or All?

Authenticity or attachment?

Freedom or pure innocent love?

What would you like to choose?

The raw and real but still invisible to you,

Or the sweet lies of very visible mistakes?

Compulsively jumping into empty fears—

What is true love without such naïve faith?

Blurry lines lie between dark, empty spaces,

Like the void between falling snowflakes.

To see simple love as it has always been,

You must have courage to feel your illusions.

How many times can a heart break in fragments?

The heart never breaks; it only opens and expands.

Emerging heart explosions are endlessly infinite—

Its fragments are wholes that seed new starts.

The invisible but deeply felt inside.

Forgotten, denied, yet still alive.

Confused, unspoken, numbed—

But so innocently and purely loved.