Life

Alas the driving harpoon is not fatal. A pain we all experience in life. No different than the aching teeth that push themselves into your mouth as you grow. Inevitable, transient, gut wrenching pain. A reminder of our imperfectness. Humanity and life all subject to the pureness of experience. For the pendulum may swing in any direction and it is up to us not to look away, but to understand where it goes and why. A gentle reminder that life cultivates all kinds of experiences. Do not shaketh the hand at the storm that brings flowers, and do not laud the warmth that saps water and life. So we reminisce and remember the good, and even are happy for the bad that has passed. Each experience passing through us like a flowing river. Providing our minds the fodder for vitality and growth. So that one day we may touch hand to hand, heart to heart. To become entangled and intertwined, whole as one. So that when I breathe the words of my life into the air you feel as I feel, and so too when you speak I may carry the weight of your life too.