Circles


Love is made so rich by the pain we endure-- without thorns, the rose is similar to every other flower. Yet
for the pain it has caused those who tried to pick it up over the years, it is now known as the symbol of
love. Maybe it has to do with the color red, but there are many other red flowers that don’t have thorns.
Some aspect of human nature has enabled us to realize that pain is central to the growth of love. There is
little more beautiful than that. The juxtaposition of emptiness and loss against passion and excitement
allows for gratitude, and our positive experiences are made vibrant against the darkness that surrounds
them.

Circles

Scribbles fill my empty margins,
Chaos tips the human scales,
Love has slipped between my fingers,
Life careening off the rails--

Such events, like death, are certain.
Still, death grants life it’s purpose.
Loss will fade on sunny days
Made brighter by our burdens.

What is bent will bend again--
Jagged edges smooth in time,
Appreciate the balance
Of a circle next to crooked lines.

Life is repetition: 
Cyclic like the tide,
To see this is our freedom.
Breathe, then enjoy the ride.

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