Paradoxical Emergence

No matter how beautiful it may seem,

it is bound to wither.

Hatred, fear, anxieties

These, too.

As pieces of us slowly die,

new spaces are created.

Deaths are beginnings,

as pains are joys.

Come, dear, walk beside me

Look around,

Feel the earth moving,

Listen to the universe singing

And together,

we wither painfully...

and be reborn out of love.

In perfect love.