Like the heat of summer or cold of winter emotions can be extreme. One can toss and turn sweating at night itching, suffering, one can shiver, bundle and hide to find solace, but the emotions that gentle the body have the subtlety of spring or fall, even in summer or winter, they rise cool and promise to blossom, or linger in maturity; as an insight may as it passes first as sensation, a zephyr, a breeze resembling the febrile perceptions of mind transparent in direct intuition, then as a realization, however fleeting. Sweating and shivering can build resistance and will but they should yield a harvest and a ripening, an acceptance and a beauty, a ray of wisdom and a sunset, rival the solitude of night or glare of day, a wisp, a trace or even residue, for we not here only to live beyond the negation (or embrace) of the hard and obvious, as the light of insight splinters to proffer the hues, and nuances, we also are here to wake to dawn & meditate our twilight.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Jun 2013 02:34:47 +0000
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