Human! All too Human…
You always find something that has been lost and things have to be lost in order to be found.
There is a magnificent decor of balance that thrives in this world. You have to let go in order to hold something else and hold things tightly while you let go of some other things. Your small hands can only hold an amount of seashells. The whole ocean can come in your hands just to go away and the whole sand dances with the ocean just to get swirls away by it. We hold so many things and we let go of way too many things. You see, we only have an amount of cup as big as our happiness. And we try to plunder everything inside it. And then when it gets stuffy, it demands to be checked. Then we end up putting some things away. And we change the things in our cup a lot more times than we know about.
We have heard this simple quotable truth that the stars shine in darkness but remember that doesn't mean they disappear under an abnormal amount of light. They remain there, it's not just their time. Just as how the darkness needs to be there in order for the stars to shine, the stars need to be there too, to remind us that darkness can grow beyond emptiness too.
Every season has its particular amount of flowers that blooms with it and some flowers have to die in order for the other flowers to grow. It's nature and order. One flower doesn't curse another for ruining everything it had worked for. What if the caterpillar was satisfied as he was? Then the vision of metaphor to become something more beautiful wouldn't work on it? Does it always dream of being a butterfly? You see, saying such blasphemous lines ruins the beauty of being a caterpillar. You don't pick one of them to ruin the other. One becomes the other as it's the circle of life.
Men die and become earth. Earth grows and gives birth to trees and trees grow and give birth to a place waiting to be lived in. Men live in such a place and thrive. And then they return. That is the order of hierarchy where nothing is better or beyond than others but simply has its time to shine.
An ode; a tale, never been sung
Beyond the cascades
Where earth met death
A line that swirls around-the-clock
Never turn back and repeat
The sort
To fulfill your desires
Beyond the truths
And hang in your fate
Like a century ago crown
Burned and sealed
Like an embellish kiss
Human
All too human
I wish upon the star, one too far!
Placed in the riverbank
Gazed by the cervix along the bar
Hold all the wonders, it cranks
