Being; noun // existence, soul. 

I’ve spent a millennial trying to find and define what love is.

Searching inside of my self 

for accountability that assisted an inability 

to know it as unconditional.

Twisting answers out of half truths

inherited questions born into my body; 

yet I arrived here whole. 

Breaking off pieces to fit inside pandora's box

full of paradox and contradictions,

small print standards, terms and conditions.

Lost mind thinking that I just might get it right 

and be rewarded love that would choose me daily without reason. 

A love characterized by visible outlines; 

bottled up vintage from the top shelf 

sips of it saved for only the lucky few, closets filled collecting horseshoes.   

I searched high and low through trial and error,

set then reset, me then new me;

good enough but never enough.

Through it all, a steady seated seeing,

deep within await, a founded meaning

that lives within the heart of us all;

the heart within me.

Love is here,

 within it’s beating,

wisdom only known through luck of bleeding.

The answer simple — love is; 

                                            being. 

- kmn