23 April, 2021

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.

like a butterfly dancing on the water surface,
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

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