Molten mettle

In making all the choice between activity and inactivity, lay the test of a free-will. A human life evolved on the physical, mental and emotional plane but consummated nowhere – is a burden for one and all. The emptiness does haunt when you just see and keep seeing, observe and just keep observing. This very emptiness takes one to the unknown depths and puts one across the most beautiful and ugly parts.

This world of principles and behaviors, impacts every atom of the unbroken existence. Paradox is that even though everything is ephemeral, everything has life. And life is eternal. To learn the principles is not enough. To be only a behavior is hollow. Every day to walk on a razor’s edge of collecting the nectar and not disturbing the flower, is definitely something only the wise can achieve or seemingly so.

One could wish to manifest a certain life and manifest it and then detest it. One could maybe not wish at all. Or maybe one could just flow, sometimes happy, sometimes longing, sometimes seething, sometimes soothing.

Take refuge my heart! Take refuge. The tenderness of the magnificent, keeps the guard. Intimate seems to be the only antidote to the intricate. May the intimate just be. Hold on gently..