Why must it hurt to love?
I call out, my voice a song of sincere inquiry.
It hurts I tell you, but I know it’s love!
Why must every coin have two sides?
My song is a wave that travels out of the Solar System.
The Stars in Andromeda laugh, their incandescence brighten
10 million new pinpricks fill the Night Sky.
They send back a song, a Heavenly Wave:
How do We Burn?
Somewhere on Earth, a children’s choir sings in return:
through fusion!
What Do We Produce?
Warmth. Scorching Heat. Life. Fire at about 5,600 °C.
The answer rings clear to me, a poem from
The Heart of my Inner Child:
From Love and Pain, May We Birth
Fear, Which Burns,
Beauty, Which Heals,
And This I Know:
Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty,—That is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."