Hate can be something that finishes the meagre meaning of
our evolving existence. Every day, we see rapes, murders, destruction and we
feel anguished by these ‘negative’ consequences, but have we ever understood
the relevance of this feeling to be a part of us. Maybe within the dualities of
our everyday experiences, hate tends to play an equal part as much as love does
but do we ever understand the significance of falling in love, that immaculate
radiance, the sunshine that engulfs all of its brightness within, leaving one
with a feeling of serenity. Can that feeling be felt forever, the ecstasy of a
reverberation of a higher realm? Can the memory of that feeling be sustained
even when we are dissolved within the threat of destroying ourselves or our
external image?
There comes a time in everyone’s life when they find love, a
love so strong that seeks to overpower fear and diminish the illusion of death.
The mind seems to strive to activate anything and everything that it seeks to
accomplish with a heart which is full and happiness looking down through the
canopy of our existence. At the same time, paralleling the same exists another
realm that quite literally divides what has been said before. Through the bosom
of the dark, daring clouds comes a feeling of eternal loss, a loss whose
magnitude can only be measured by a clench in the heart that refuses to see the
light of day. Why can we not see the sunshine then when all seems numb, when
nature in itself stops and replicates vacuum?
When you see deep within the eyes of your paramour, you wish
to hold onto that moment as if that was the true meaning of one’s existence.
When your hands fit in your counterparts’ as if the completion takes place of
what you seek to get up for from bed every day, seems to be fulfilled. When you
smell the raw scent of the hair that tantalizes the core of your existence, as
you feel it surge through like the flow of a river that just runs its course.
When a glowing smile sends you flying across witnessing the twilight of an
everlasting sky that meets the ocean. When a laugh radiates a sound that can
cure pain, pain that seems to surge through the core of a fracture. An image of
love, a sign of truth, a reassurance of home, a sense of strength…. Reality.
When all logic seems to fall apart and all there finally
emerges is the truth of nothingness, which is contentment of having everything
held sacred that has been preached about through the music of the waves, chirps
of a bird, raindrops, the roar of the thunder and an undying enigma that
quietly creeps in the form of a belief for the supernatural. A call…
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