Faith is not absolute.
It is a matter of understanding, than being swayed,
of being pulled in and pushed away,
of conviction and confusion,
neither one giving way.
Love is not constant.
It is a matter of remembering and forgetting,
of growing weary, then lonely
of gratitude and regret.
Utopia is not an impossibility, nor an eternity.
It emerges like a moonflower at dusk,
Breathe in the wonder, let down your defenses,
then go back to being tough.
We get pulled into deceit and away from each other.
Life is a process of returning.
Return stronger and freer.
Get better at surrender.
Experience the sublime in a moment,
knowing it will not last forever.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 5:44 AM UTC
Faith is not absolute.
It is a matter of understanding, than being swayed,
of being pulled in and pushed away,
of conviction and confusion,
neither one giving way.
Love is not constant.
It is a matter of remembering and forgetting,
of growing weary, then lonely
of gratitude and regret.
Utopia is not an impossibility, nor an eternity.
It emerges like a moonflower at dusk,
Breathe in the wonder, let down your defenses,
then go back to being tough.
We get pulled into deceit and away from each other.
Life is a process of returning.
Return stronger and freer.
Get better at surrender.
Experience the sublime in a moment,
knowing it will not last forever.
