What was important then
empties into bleakness as we relax now,
savoring moments inside skin;
dropping defenses if we are lucky,
losing the act if we are smart
so that others may access our heart.
What is it about the young,
pushing against, away –
only to discover those crowded to perimeters
are needed most in times of self loathing;
of grief and trembling and fear?
Culture to culture, we are the same –
running yellow under the surface where,
like animals, we strike out and retreat,
licking perceived wounds.
Clouds part and shift, planets repel and attract,
universes expand and implode
while the smallness of human drama continues
thrusting and parrying; hunching
into a sea of weakness inside bodies constructed
too frailly for posturing emotions.
This is beautiful, Bela, & so right! Great to be reminded often of this, though the troubles of my last several years have taught me ever so much. We tangle up our lives & snag our paths with knots simply by believing our ‘stories’ when they are just that, only stories. Such drama. I had to get that to survive! Now, nothing is so important but kindness, compassion, tolerance, loving. Thanks, dear lady!
Thanks always for your thoughts, dear Tia. Glad to be who we are today, eh? 😉
Blessings!
I was startled to see the name of your latest post, Bela, because that is the name of my new book! But my En Garde is about my battle with breast cancer.
Wow, that’s synchronistic, Ronnie! Congrats on writing a book. I wish you the best with it!
Bela
Many thanks; amazon.com is doing a good job of managing the sales. It’s been only 2 months since it was published.
Wow, published already! Good for you, Ronnie. That represents a lot of work. I’ve avoided it in the past, just because of that very thing.
Congrats again!
Ronnie, in case you check in on this thread, I left you a message on your blogsite as well. Apologies, for sure. Completely unintentional, naming this post! Have renamed it, out of respect.
What a gorgeous picture to go with it.
Thanks so much!
LOVE OF MY LIFE A PASSION PLAY
Ticktock game with unity split in two
Who from behind their fences fence
Winning or losing a passing illusion
A timeless afternoon’s entertainment
Yes! Or as they say on the islands here: same/same 😉
Aloha, Ben.
Aloha.
Loved yours by the way. And thanks for the inspiration.
Thank you.
Here’s to tomorrow.
🙂