With an wakefulness that was more than physical
Greedy for inspiration
Yearning in despair for some insight
What a dreadful game had sleep played with me?!
But Inspiration came
Reveling itself as a beguile mistress
Reminding me the feminine
Washing away my sorrow
Painting my world in colors
It unveiled the mystery
That mystery which surrounded my question
It explained to me the cause
And said:
When the human falls in love with the flower
It falls in love with its essence, its fragrance, its beauty, its freedom,
but soon after that, the human would try to capture the intangible
... to fence it
... to retain it
And is then, when the flower loses its freedom, its beauty, its essence.
Taking away with it the love.
It all sounded clear and well know
Difficult to grasp, indeed
Almost impossible to achieve...
How to let go that, what is dearest to you, without knowing if you will see it again?
V.
