Mystery or Misery?

 I weep with a smile

and rejoice with a weep

like a child never born

in the dark shine of the sun,

as if there was life after death

and death was the moment of birth.

I feel...

a touch that warms me not;

a smile that hurts;

the sun drenched by the rain

in a mine field.

Nonchalant

like a butterfly dancing on the water surface,

grotesque

like a writhing viper –

all will perish one day...

Only time, in which the soul is expanding,

only the soul fulfilled with love

shall not vanish by death.

Is this all mystery or misery?

Mystery or Misery? © Ladanseuse

Transl. "Mystérie či mizérie"