On the biology of weeping and tears.

We do not know the answers
truly and in full
to the question:
what and why are tears?

Some mysteries can never be truly unraveled.

Animals are not really 'just' animals, 
and even more so neither are we. 
Weeping is a spiritual act. 
A form of prayer. 
It moves the stars and stirs the breeze. 
At the heart of humans is a power that is awesome 
and tragic 
and there are times when our reach is infinite
and  it touches every other thing in all of creation. 
 True wretched weeping is one of those times. 
We can be so completely lost and yet 
all of reality is cradling us and whispering
the secrets of everything into the darkness of our soul.

We are bundles of spiritual fire 
and tears are the distillation of pure emotion 
by the natural alchemist of our own flesh. 
They are an ingredient for magic. 
They bless the earth and sanctify the passing of time. 
To weep is a blessing. 
It is the badge of a compassionate soul.

 

The endless factory of love.

I know not what stars may know
the fiery furnace of how they glow
the factory of each and every thing
shot forth into the solar ring.

But I suppose it's just as well
to believe in strange and magic spells
and feel the vast and powerful space
is just the background for your face.

That each and every star that shines
where may live, in other climes,
on worlds too distant to ever see
some other race of humanity,

and all the chance
that is their world
has no meaning but for words
these shinning stars that fill the sky
a simile then, for your eyes.

We are brave to risk creation's shores;
the grinding rock and metal walls,
the hopes that ride the risks of chance
in hopes of what?
but love's sweet dance.

pvzm, 2013