Time and space we must relate,
To a place wherein we’re thrown.
From which we fret the early and late,
And all but the trivial is unknown.

But these dimensions do not suffice,
To capture the essence of experienced life.
Within this fabric there must be,
The cause of the great human anomaly:
The question of what to do and who to be,
Always answered by an inner plea.
Love is the answer in every case.
It pushes and prods us along our chase.
We’re filled with fear because of this belief,
That comes with no guarantees and no relief.

Love is a river that flows and flows.
It never stops, and who knows where it goes.
It is both always the same and never the same.
That is to say that Heraclitus was right,
The river is forever, but the old waters always leave our sight.

WRITTEN BY OMAR HUSAIN

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