love is revolutionary.
not in the sense of uprising or revolt.
but in its consistency of change (constantly revolving). 

our soul as sun. 

even in our stillest most silent moments. even then. the wind kisses our face in a different place. the creatures of the earth turn to the cool side of the soil. the drip from the faucet finds its clockwise drop. 

we are in constant change.

we are revolving, not in a perfect circle, but with a twist. a spiral that starts within. and continues to spin. and spin. as we grow closer to meaning. learning from the last revolution, the lessons push towards the next. our true north finds oneness.

by default. we revolve.
we are love.