Why must life be so cruel?
Inflicting pain and suffering,
Amidst the times of joy and peace?
Why must life be a struggle to move on?
Why must thorns be encountered
In the process of picking lovely roses?
Can’t the beauty of the flowers
Be gathered without pain and suffering?
Darkness fades and light erupts
…all pieces fall in place;
A day begins unlike the rest
…it wears a different face.
The world is crammed with imperfection.
Good and bad reside together,
Often times sharing the space
Of a single event or encounter.
All is well…not a single thing wrong
…each hour flows gently by;
Regrets and doubts cannot co-exist
…if it is a clear blue sky.
Growing in the ability to appreciate beauty
Is linked to the ability to understand suffering.
Knowledge of both can result in a balance
That makes life a pleasure to live.
Life like this, without a care
…I wish that someday I could see;
So rare must be a find within the mind
…perfect reality.
The day should come when I will see
…life in its perfect scheme;
I hope and pray that on this day
…it won’t just be a dream.
Reflections…
Mirrored images…
Sometimes hazy
Sometimes defective
Sometimes crazy
Visible feedback and confirmation
Of something which we cannot see…
Myself…and…Perfect Reality
Is it so complicated….or next to impossible?
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