it seems to me that all these books
contain again & again
a single truth
each breath
each page
an iteration never-ending
we seek it
in each new
book
taste
lover
until one day
if we're lucky
we see we've held it
in our hands all along.
even the wisest among us
so long as they draw breath
are fated to repeat
the lesson over and over.
the only difference
between the enlightened & you & I
is that the masters do not read doom
in each new trial.
instead they welcome with open arms
the certainty of loss & the uncertainty
of what is yet to come.
where we see a curse they see a blessing
& even in their weeping
they smile with all the radiance of youth.
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I absolutely love this poem Jenna. The rhythm. The candour. The words. The beat. It’s like I’m on the playground of life with you. Skipping. Loving. Dreaming. Imagining how the world could be. If we kept the radiance of our youth. The good news is that we can. She always live inside. xo
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