The Beauty of Attraction

The beauty of attraction © Shreefal Mehta 5 July 2020

To hear this read aloud: https://youtu.be/81-bcM42vH0

The continuum that we call our life’s existence

Is woven from moments of insight and experience

My memories of our past reactions

Is make believe for today’s actions

A like here
A dislike there

Form a self

Shape a person

Whence these fleeting joys?

From where arise these tears?

An atom here

A particle there

Form a shape

Make a substance

What this magical cohesion?

Why this random collision?

The meanings we draw, memories give

A sense of self, with which we live.

Present ourselves, we bend all space

Why do others bend more

Why do some turn their face

When love’s waves pulls the sand under their toes

Which memories we choose

What thoughts follow we

Into a world view we fuze

Each sticky memory in the me

The beauty you see,

Is not in the memory

But what powers that selection

Is the beauty in the attraction.

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