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 serve

and by the pure wisdom

that sprouts from the eternal cycle,

which will one day reach its end.

○êýs²