The Value of Love

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Painting by Daniel F Gerhartz

She is silent, peacefully so.

He is sleeping a blissful comfort, most profound.

They’ve found not only love, but in this moment a pure value – emotional sensations indeed profound.

It won’t last, of course, because mercurial love is a living kaleidoscope, the slightest movement, or motion will rearrange these amazing sensations love bestows upon us. Capricious, unpredictable, quicksilver, whimsical, impulsive, fickle, temperamental, volatile, mutable… yet … there’s a strength of being in love, a bond or eternal there-ness, if you will.

Love’s torment, a bitter cruel reality may be right around the corner or just as possible more bliss, more happiness, more joy. The value of love is in the magnificence of its strength of being. It exists, whether you will or will not, love exists. It endures whether you take part or remove yourself into some deep dark place. Love survives. Perhaps only a seed within an unrequited environment of loneliness, but it exists.

Love is by the very nature of its existence, a supreme thing to be valued at all cost … in spite of all costs.

Love does reign supreme. It is the glue of survival, the God Particle (in science a popular nickname for the Higgs boson theory where subatomic particles are responsible for giving matter different properties. the “God Particle” is theorized to be the particle that actually does give mass to matter), more apt to say Love is the reality for which all of life exists and ultimately that which we most truly depend upon for our own fulfilled existence. No existential place but a coveted reality and need.

This then, the true and whole unmitigated … value of love.

~ Penny L Howe, 2016

Shadow’s Simulacrum – The Enclosure Of Our Cage!

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We move about …

barely recognizable phantasm  – illusionary spectrums.

 

 We come upon a border where day dream and night dream blend together.

we pass through … Beyond life’s existence, perhaps …

 

Bright lights and black abysses combine mythological imaginings …

and truth. Raw experiences of life’s brutal passages midst temporaneous moments, the falling petals of life’s blissful sensations.

 Woe be it then, to come upon this merging of selves.

Imagination, Thy tune be well played … As in the heavens so onto nether reaches.

 Shall our voice be heard for that which becomes valued most …sweetness and caresses, those learned impassioned fingerprints smudged among frozen moments of time; although shared not lightly, introspective to perception.

 Should we concern ourselves with the causation of sharing? Fearful lest there be understanding come at last into the mirage of our being, the root of perceived existence?

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Traveling through endless corridors of life’s gained wisdom, do we admit defeat just prior to endgame or become empowered by eternity’s solution?

And do we deny the existence and ownership of  the key to our individual, self imposed cage of containment – those rigidly manufactured, maintained and re-enforced bars of willful ignorance – so that no answers are required?

Yes, we do.

~ Penny L Howe, 2014

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Hello everyone.

I’m frequently asked why I write what I write. Mostly, I write to inspire, motivate and inform, but every now and then, the Muse of  “The Penny That I Am” gets hold of me and then I write for myself. This piece was written of a moment, where the need of creative thought formed this composition. I’m hopeful there was some small understanding and at least a bit of pleasure derived in the reading.

Thank you.

~ Penny

The Essence of Truth

So I hung out with my friend “Willy” last night (William Shakespeare – love his words) and Muse showed up desiring to play, so my prose discusses the “today” of life that is so filled with commercial artifice and pretense, please enjoy!

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TRUTH

Is that you
The persistent hovering
near the backstory of my being …
Truth,where art thou?
I sense your longing
to reveal all.
You seem so close yet far away
I can’t quite touch you
surrounded by life’s illusions,
this glamour of falsity,
enticed by artificial pleasures.

~

Are you still really there?
Cloaked dissimilation,
Truth,
you present naught
but ambiguity of manner,
unrecognizable.
I cannot bear your distortion.
trapped within life’s backdrop
the current unfolding drama,
or should I say comedy
(of errors perchance?).
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I sigh for such is life today
where truths are only words
… of which are played.
And we, most amateur of playwrights
unable to see you as you really are,
make much of puzzling enigmas,
while busily
fashioning the fashions
of the state of our being.

~

Alas, the curtain will still rise
the show must go on.
If  I could but see and know you
But truth be told
I don’t know that I would recognize you
from
the falsity of purpose
you’ve become.
Could you, would you
come a little closer
and give not just an essence
but a pureness of thought
word and deed,
For I find, we need you now
more than ever.
~
Penny L Howe, 2013
 

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