I forgot the way... .. .

Ah dear Me,

I forgot the way I loved

I forgot the way I felt

I forgot the way I saw

To love is beautiful. To love, you need to feel beautiful. To feel, you need to see beautiful.

Ah, dear me, when did I say, you can feel without seeing? Seeing is not always through the eye of physical entity. The soul is what sees the best and the beautiful…

Let not the eye of the soul be closed by the slumber of the certitude. Certitude is a fort but with the prophets. Since when did you rise above the proneness of human depravity?

Ah dear me, you so serenely fall down the depths of pride, as would a child fall asleep in a warm embrace. Let not the embrace of self, envelope you in its seductive arms.

Ah dear me…

Dear me, I am not finished with the three lines of lament. To forget would be a blessing, a panacea, only if it were singed in completeness…only if it were affected in totality. Destiny it seems is not the destination. My pain is bubbling from the pools of leftovers. The leftovers of burn and hurt which go deeper than the flesh & bone, are not washed away by the floods of memory.

I forgot the way I saw, but not that I saw

I forgot the way I felt, but not that I felt

I forgot the way I loved, but not…that I loved!