Unconditional




who was that person
who said love but asked:
what’s in it for me?

who sought satisfaction
expected acquiescence,
to be pleased and pleasured
affirmed and served?

and when disappointed
drank bitter, hurtful poison
flung it on the one
she claimed to love

how did doors open
to the threshold
of endless space?

where love is no longer
a getting, a calculation

it is what it is:
a heart-wrenching, soul-blazing,
all-consuming, irresistible, irrepressible
intoxication of Being

if it’s not unconditional
what does it mean?


7 august 2010

shahbano aliani

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