What
of past hopes, past dreams?
They
dissolve ~ as do hurts and disappointments.
Isn't that our quest? To invite
love to wash us clean?
To forget?
There
is this paradoxical relationship with recall.
We don't want to forget the good, we only wish to get past the so called ‘bad.’ Without remembering it whole, the pain as
well as the disappointment, it is as if we have lived a fragmented existence; or
worse, as if we never had been more than a fantasy of unsatisfied desire.
Yet this
is our shared heritage-living of contradicted truth. Whatever mark
we leave, it will be temporary. We can only love in this moment.
That might suggest a sad state making for a heavy heart. The childish
resistance to the unfolding real cries out
'I
don't want to leave all that I treasure and cherish.'
Inspired
to comment on my human experience, I desire to share. I have
appetite for it, as well as means to lay out a banquet for others who may be as
famished as I am for comparisons; or parched to do the same from the point of
not feeling abandoned. While confused
in seeking the refreshing nectar; that milk of human kindness, we grow anxious
for evidence that whispers we are not deluded in our hoping. 
A
single life can be as a mere drop in a sea of tears, but my voice will
call out from the end of my anguish, “No more tears for sorrows sake. I will
not get over loving well"
Just
as most certainly will follow, a contented sigh.
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