Ocean

As above, so below, Life thrives still

Let the ocean hold its breath amidst rising waves

Tension of the surface with crests and troughs

Fins grow weary amidst the dimming twilight

Submerge fully and break free of the chaos

And yet there thrive the whale kings of old

There the glory of sunsets as unseen miracles,

As above, so below, Life thrives still

Colder, and yet the light is born from life within

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“Love, a language” is compact yet profound meditation on one of the humanity’s most universal experiences. Love is framed as a language, something that is both learned and instinctive, before tracing its many forms through vivid, contrasting imagery. The poem moves through three distinct registers: mother, lover, spiritual. The “pearl” and “sand” capture love’s unequal distribution among seekers with elegant simplicity, grounding an abstract theme in the tangible world. Love is as deeply personal as universally human.

This was written as a part of impromptu note tag.

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