What If ?

I found myself caught up in poetic thought today. As I did not have the time to sit and formulate words into a piece of poetry, the thoughts just accumulated and formed a muse of their own.

So, the first thing I thought of was what if love was laughter? What if every time you laughed, that meant you were internally fulfilled with eternal love? And then that one thought escalated into a deeper contemplation. What if even if you laughed one time - that meant that love fulfilled you eternally, needing laughter no more? I thought, wow, what a concept – you could laugh at your own senselessness and be content. You could laugh at the idiocy of others and be satisfied. If love were laughter, love wouldn’t be sought after it would just come effortlessly – without game, without malice and without compulsion.

The next thing that crossed my mind was what if you could turn your favorite memories into today’s reality? What if you could reach into the vastness of your mind and pull from it, into your hands, your most favorite time, place, person or event from your past and place it down in front of you to live again? And, what if you could live in it forever? If rejuvenating memories were possible, there would be no misery, no wanting and no need –today would be the beginning of a beloved forever.

And then, I pondered, what if rain fell to quench your desires – all of your desires? What if every time it rained, you could stand outside and relieve your internal thirst? Being drenched in a blanket of rain would devour your yearn and replace it with completeness. There would be no need to desire, but only to look forward to the next rainfall to saturate your core in wholeness.

And then I had my final consideration of the day.  I thought what if the sun was an affectionate companion? What if the sun were affection, a hug, a kiss or a kind word?  Every time you walked out under the rays of the sun you would be embraced in arms that wanted you, that needed you, that adored you. You would be held by purity, spoken to by honesty and kissed by rays of devotion. If the sun was an affectionate companion, each day would be bliss.