From ephemerality, I saw love rise again
FROM EPHEMERALITY, I SAW LOVE RISE AGAIN I decided to write a love letter, and as I pondered the words, as I focused on the emotions, I saw that I lack love, that I do not love like the riverbanks that return to the bosom of the sea. I saw how far I was and how much love I still lacked. The obsession with desire and attachment leads to euphoria and the false sensation of love. Because passion is not love, and if you lose yourself on a busy corner, in the murky waters of a rainy day, and do not recognize that even in dark times, nature follows its creative flow, then you will realize, like the plants that receive the rain, like the soil covered in grass, and like the ants that follow the discipline that unites them. And my soaked body, even without recognizing it, gives thanks for all that life has taken away. The pain that shook me and cast the rotten fruits to the ground, so they may be reborn in rich and vigorous soil, covered by the duty to ser...