Sacred Madness
love is a sacred madness—
not the frenzy of fever,
but the holy disarray
that unravels certainty.
it takes the map from our hands,
turns the compass wild,
and still we follow,
because the path it opens
is brighter than reason.
to love is to be undone,
to be remade,
to stand trembling at the edge
of what cannot be explained,
and step forward anyway.
madness, yes—
but sanctified,
because in that surrender
we glimpse the divine.
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