Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Finding a way

As soon as we label something,
it loses its essence.

Paradise once called its name
can be hell too.

Can it be the Expectations
that we create
quickly fermenting sour
into resentment and disappointment?

If I call you Friend,
is it not a jeweled cage in disguise?

Can we simply experience the
flow of it all, like rivers
finding their way to the sea,

Words have no meaning.

The best love story is not told
but lived.

Can we find a way to free ourselves?

I ask you,
what if we begin again?

Open the door and pass through it.

I hold out my hand and wait for yours.

By Mai Brehaut

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