How?

There is a question whose answer eludes me… how to live, continue to live, when pain squeezes a suffocation unto death?

The gnawing that slithers through the recesses, deeper and deeper, til doubled over I beg for help, or maybe even to quit.

And yet, there is a sense, a seeing from afar.. the dying upon the bleak battlefield.

A leading… a pursuit… How? How to live?

That flat, empty, raw patch from the ripping apart, seeps repairing, healing balm.

Beyond the pain, reaching from the chasm, a new bud springs, brings, life.

Life… pursues til it prevails; pursues til it withers.

Pain… the power… the destroyer… and yet, the force of life, of love, rises and devours the monster.

And Love… drains the torment, unshackles the heart, and breathes in deeply… YES.

So, there is very little to teach. Just that love awakens everything. 

_{Mark Nepo, Surviving Storms, pg 255}

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