Why do you ascend, precious child? Why do you climb, relentless ocotgenarian?
the grey press of this moment
teases to blot out the blazing golden
autumn mists crash down heavy
weighing the human mood for resilience
some label it obvious depression
or even more loveless: ennui
yet — a faint query offers as life buoy:
Do these leaf deaths drain souls too
of color
or might the bare stabbing branch
hint at opportunity
the real danger at the moment
is disengagement
it is like accumulated insight
insufficiently softened by love
“Never eschew apropo suffering…”
— the precious inward whisper proposes
_______RS
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insufficiently softened by love — by love itself? from absence of love or proper love but not as the needed remedy?
Hi. Not entirely clear about what you are saying or asking here… but I will just try and clarify the phrase:
accumulated insight
insufficiently softened by love
— meaning experience and wisdom not also colored by love turns into something bitter and hindering in the climb up the summit (which is what the post is about)
🙂 thank u for explaining. I truly want to get to the depth of your heart and thoughts…if u dont mind me digging, lol 🙂
In that case we have the same preoccupations, pretty much. LOL. For I spend half my time digging.