Without Why

[Satya]

The river does not ask its ending,
The rose does not ask to be named.
They give themselves to the morning,
Unbargained for, unclaimed.


But we question love like a stranger at the border:
Where are you headed? How long will you stay?
As if something this alive
Must show its papers to the day.


Remember laughing till the tea went cold,
Neither of you checking the clock?
No future was invited in,
No promise stood guard at the lock.


Hold love tight and watch it harden,
Fear turns warmth to stone.
Love cannot breathe in possession,
It was never ours to own.


And if our roads should someday part,
Is that the end of the thing?
The river leaves the mountain
Still carrying the spring.


Love is not the end of the road.
It is the walking, light and free,
Without a why, without a map,
And that is all it needs to be.

 

[Miss_death]

The river does not ask its ending,
The rose does not ask to be named.
They give themselves to the morning,
Unbargained for, unclaimed.


But we question love like a stranger at the border:
Where are you headed? How long will you stay?
As if something this alive
Must show its papers to the day.


Remember laughing till the tea went cold,
Neither of you checking the clock?
No future was invited in,
No promise stood guard at the lock.


Hold love tight and watch it harden,
Fear turns warmth to stone.
Love cannot breathe in possession,
It was never ours to own.


And if our roads should someday part,
Is that the end of the thing?
The river leaves the mountain
Still carrying the spring.


Love is not the end of the road.
It is the walking, light and free,
Without a why, without a map,
And that is all it needs to be.

This is incredibly profound. We so often destroy the purity of a moment by trying to secure its future acting like bureaucrats demanding papers from something that is meant to breathe. The moment we try to possess love out of fear we trap it in a cage of our own anxieties and turn its warmth to stone. True connection isn't about ownership or a destination it is an intense terrifyingly beautiful vulnerability. Its true power lies in the walking not in holding it tight but in letting it remain free...

 

[Satya]

This is incredibly profound. We so often destroy the purity of a moment by trying to secure its future acting like bureaucrats demanding papers from something that is meant to breathe. The moment we try to possess love out of fear we trap it in a cage of our own anxieties and turn its warmth to stone. True connection isn't about ownership or a destination it is an intense terrifyingly beautiful vulnerability. Its true power lies in the walking not in holding it tight but in letting it remain free...

Thank you for taking the time to read it! Your support really means a lot, and I’m so grateful for your lovely feedback on the poem.


I love that you saw the border image as bureaucracy. I see we do that because we’re afraid of losing what we love, but the asking is what makes it smaller. And yes, “terrifyingly beautiful” is exactly the word for it.