Rhythms of Understanding
by Mario Gerada

Native to my own soul
feeling human
at the sight
of the rising moon.
Life seems so void
in our everyday chores,
so rich and meaningful
when confined.
Betrayed,
by beliefs and expectations
of happiness and love.
Accepting,
pain and loneliness
as a natural process of this life.
Gratefulness,
knowing we did nothing to be alive,
knowing we did nothing to acquire
the ability to breathe
the ability to move an arm
the ability to see,
to hear.
It's all a precious gift.
Standing,
at opposite sides.
Seeing,
the ugliness and beauty
of each side.
Understanding,
we are not alive,
we need to come to life.
Deprived,
of that which we mostly need.
Giving,
out of which we don't have.
Sinning,
understanding the life
of the Saints.
Wisdom,
living the other way round.
Discriminating,
between what's human
what's Divine.

© 2014 Mario Gerada

 

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