Love Wins
by James Mahu
We are the offspring of parental winds,
plotting the distance of heavens unseen.
The deep cast search,
to the implicate order.
The deep shadows conduct the ephipany.
We decelerate to sample personhood
the delicate crust of illusion
that begets our heart’s intellect.
A god chants our name and we are born…
Led by a force that sees all.
Held by a force that feels small.
As galaxies flick their light to us
we watch the flickering pixels,
spellbound in the mirror or mirrors.
There is no battle here.
Love wins… love.
It is the oldest equation of Truth.
The soul’s heartbeat yearning to be voiced.
Like a matchhead seeking the emery.
The God-spark reunited with the boundless.
Beneath the fur of wolves
a million generations of survival sway.
We are a million generations
on the other side of the membrane.
The flawed walls will fall.
a forgery of protection.
In the raiment of light,
untamable, we fly beneath
the Creator’s dream.
In the high-beam of love
only one thing is needed…
Someone like you.
Love wins.
The final conversation is an excerpt of the telephone interview between James and Mark Hempel Mahu, in April 2013. The full interview can be found at this link.
