Wednesday, November 23, 2011

The Chosen Ones

If we cannot love everything and everyone,
can we, truly, love anything or anyone?

In choosing whom or what we love (if such choice were possible),
do we not proclaim that our judgment is larger than life itself?

Is not that choice an illusion?

If we love only what we think we love, are we not, then,
defining love and placing on it certain limitations?

Would it not be better to be defined by love,
than to try to define it?

Are we so small in our uncertainty and fear that we must love
only that which pleases us, or which we think reflects well on us,
or which loves us in return? If so, how can we call that love?

It is a grave error we make in thinking that anything exists
outside of love.

Can you, in your deepest thought and contemplation,
say which part of you loves and which does not?

If you say the mind loves, or the heart loves,
or that love is harbored in various glands and organs,
what, then, of the rest of you? Are parts of you worthy
or unworthy of love? Is love necessary to one part,
but not to another?

Is love a condition that changes with history,
time, and weather?

And what of the insane?
Are we love’s orphans, love’s abandoned step-children?


nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

Oh William,
you are touching a very delicate subject, I always ask me if a person can live without love, without love ourselves we can not live, this is certain, we would destroy ourselves with alcohol, drugs, food, smoke ...

but I ask myself always: you can live without being in love with somebody or somethings? maybe not we can not to excluding love from our life, because all beginn with the love to life and live

a great post William, it leave me thinking

thank you

erin said...

important. all of this - important. the questions. perhaps the answers never need arrive. but the questions!


Stream Source said...

Poetic introspection... Zen a la William. Existential nectar.

Transcend Designs said...



Have a great T-Day William!

William Michaelian said...

Beautiful comments, beautiful people.

Thank you, Laura.

Thank you, Erin.

Thank you, Donna.

Thank you, Brad.

Stickup Artist said...

Love perhaps cannot be given so freely and evenly being dependent on so many psychological and biological factors. But compassion and empathy can. Compassion and empathy (for the most part), can be taught and expanded. It's always worth a try. The existence of art and artists prove this out...

William Michaelian said...

Are compassion and empathy possible without love? Aren’t they a sure sign that love is alive in us and we are alive in love? And isn’t their absence a sign that we fear our vulnerability?

More words, I know. How I love and dread them.

But we are vulnerable in any case. Unless we are glad of it, how can we know love?

Thank you, Stickup Artist.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

Happy Thanksgiving, William! Here are two 'thanksgiving' poems.

Writing at Night

I had planned to write about that owl tonight.
I heard him calling from the wood, but now
I’m thinking that I should write my will.
I’ve put it off as long as I could.
I should list all my assets and debts,
my most treasured and valuable goods,
pay the balance on lost bets
for those I leave behind.

Maybe I could just write a letter
to everyone I’ve wronged, that I’ve maligned,
make this page an apology for all
the things I’ve screwed up in my life,
all the things I sought but could never find.
Or, at least, leave a thank you note
for having had it.

Copyright 2009 – Tall Grass & High Waves, Gary B. Fitzgerald

Thanks in April

Cats asleep on the porch,
stretched out in the sun
this warm and quiet afternoon.
She’s out brushing her horses.
Errands are done…nothing
that can’t wait until tomorrow.

So I’m just drinking a beer,
enjoying spring’s usual grand entrance.
Dragonflies shimmer in the air,
butterflies and bees already hard at work.
I hear the buzzing, almost the fluttering,
in the still.

I’m somewhat ambivalent about
what’s been and what may come.
What’s past I can’t change
so I just worry about tomorrow,
what must be done.
But for all of the troubles before me,
this exact moment,
is so absolutely perfect
that I’m sure it was worth it all.

Copyright 2010 – Ponds and Lawns-New and Corrected Poems, Gary B. Fitzgerald

Aleks said...

If Im being asked do I love the one who raped me,the one who molested me and abused me as a child,I can only say no,I do not love those sorry excuses for human beings without being judgmental, rather being mental!! The part which still is innocent loves the best in me,the rest of you and other part is insane, which also can love but conditioned.Yeap! Im an orphan type!

William Michaelian said...

Gary, it’s nice to hear from you. Thanks. And it might sound corny, but I was just thinking of you earlier today. Those old scrolls, you know. Wishing you the best, sir.

Dear Aleksandra: no wonder we are such good friends.

Aleks said...

Tehehehehe....:D whaT? have I made some major lingual mistakes in my previous comment?? if so please forgive me my dear friend!

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...


I'm still doing the 'Johnny Appleseed' thing (plus making other poetry-related prose comments) on JJGallaher's blog, Don Share's blog and the Scarriet blog. You should pop in now and then. Not exactly Silliman or Harriet, but we take what we can get.


P.S. I retired almost two years ago so I'm pleased to announce that my beard is now longer than yours. Ha ha. I win! :-)

Since I live in Texas I am sometimes asked in the supermarket or at the gas station if I'm one of the guys that plays with ZZ Top. Please, I say...more like Walt Whitman.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

P.S. Speaking of Harriet, I was reviewing some archives of comment streams there recently and who did I find . . . Brian Salchert!

William Michaelian said...

No mistakes at all, Aleks, my fellow orphan.

Funny thing, Gary, I get the ZZ Top thing all the time. But before you claim the title, you have to send me a photo. This sounds serious!

William Michaelian said...

And yes, beautiful Brian.

Jim Murdoch said...

I could have written this, perhaps not as succinctly as this but I agree with its sentiments. Love, the concept of love, has long been my whipping boy. I think I’ve probably thrashed the subject to death to be honest but maybe not. It’s one of those things, like truth, that, once they’ve got their claws into you, they never really let go.

William Michaelian said...

The trick, I suppose (not that there really is one), is for us to stay alert and not allow ourselves to become hypnotized by the sounds of our own voices. The subject itself is simple, inexhaustible, vital, and profound. If we can’t treat it well, it will simply move on and find someone else who can. Thanks, Jim.

JFM said...

Love is an emotion that I never want to live without. Unlike hate, an emotion that I wish I never knew, but must admit that I have felt.
I will always embrace the warm feeling that love brings to love of family, friends, and more.
Beautiful, and wise words from a beautiful, and wise soul.
Thank you,

William Michaelian said...

And I thank you, Jan. I am lucky to know you — first because you are you; second, because you are one of those who spread love in this crazy old world.