More Than What Is

What is this joy in the morning
Why is it so late
When this beauty arrives
Is it really yours
Lessons of prudence say it is not
I am bridled by the last knot of existence
Love comes in my unraveling

Isn't that the inevitable destiny
Isn't this the primordial truth
The axiom is what you can have when you no longer need it
The handle invites release only when

One looses the desire to pull it
What is this world of polarities
When the world dictates the opposite

I live in this malaise of opposites
I have reached this world of juxtaposition
I am hobbled by the ropes of apathy
The flow of my blood is constrained
And at the last moment
I am tortuously given the opportunity to love
And I love with all the passion in my heart