Need true love be an effortful thing?

[PrinceMyshkin]

Need true love be an effortful thing?
The mutual contemplation of the cliff
and the possibly fatal fall?
Or might it be as casual, say,
as one or the other of the about-
to-be maybe lovers lifting his
or her hand lightly to point at the sky,
Look, see there - that bird taking off!
It releases itself from earth
or the earth from itself and,
seemingly weightless, rises, rises.
The sky is not so much its province...
as a right of passage


with the collaboration of "PefectlyMe"

[hoope]

really nyc poem...
we need a true love nowadays coz belief that it no longer exist.
thx alot PRINCE for sharing it..

[ampoule]

Beautiful, Prince. I wonder the same thing. Sometimes a lover makes it so heavy, it has no way of getting off the earth.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Beautiful, Prince. I wonder the same thing. Sometimes a lover makes it so heavy, it has no way of getting off the earth.



Perhaps that lover
is the son of Sisyphus,
imagining you a rock
and love a steep, steep mountain.

[romantic novel]

Im always stand astonished Prince in front of your words..

They are really touching..this is what we need True Love..

It is amazing Prince.

[SleepyWitch]

Perhaps that lover
is the son of Sisyphus,
imagining you a rock
and love a steep, steep mountain.
hey, I like this better than your poem, actually :)

[Tournesol]

Prince, I really like this poem.

I've often wondered the same thing...I think that I'm one of those persons for whom love is probably an effortful thing. I've always been in relationships where it seems that I'm the one always trying harder, taking initiative. And I think it's taken a toll on me.
I say this because I've yet to experience a love that "releases itself from earth
or the earth from itself and,
seemingly weightless, rises, rises. "

So, for you to coin it in such a concise way, to me, is just lovely.
Thank you.

[firefangled]

In the words of Gary Snyder: "The secret...





Need true love be an effortful thing?
The mutual contemplation of the cliff
and the possibly fatal fall?
Or might it be as casual, say,
as one or the other of the about-
to-be maybe lovers lifting his
or her hand lightly to point at the sky,
Look, see there - that bird taking off!
It releases itself from earth
or the earth from itself and,
seemingly weightless, rises, rises.
The sky is not so much its province...
as a right of passage




...and the secret hidden deep in that."



Beautiful, Prince. I wonder the same thing. Sometimes a lover makes it so heavy, it has no way of getting off the earth.




Perhaps that lover
is the son of Sisyphus,
imagining you a rock
and love a steep, steep mountain.

beautiful poem, beautiful response

[PrinceMyshkin]

In the words of Gary Snyder: "The secret...





...and the secret hidden deep in that."






beautiful poem, beautiful response

Ah, my friend! I miss those long, confiding PMs I never used to get from you!

[qimissung]

"it releases itself from the earth,
or the earth from itself and
seemingly weightless rises, rises..."

What a beautiful description fo the first days of falling in love-not a juvenile thing, not something to be made light of or mocked but the first steps into something beautiful and mysterious that as humans we must have to make the rest of our lives a glorious thing, like the light of a setting sun reflecting off clouds in the sky, two universal entities made into something much more beautiful than either one alone.

Such simple words, such transcendent thoughts.