We can spend 1000 days
In 1000 lifetimes
Atoning for past sins
Of our past ways
When our paths last crossed.
But what good will that do?
When the gift that the present is giving us
Is an opportunity to start like a blank slate?
“Tabula rasa”
With each other
We can keep living karmic existences
Endless suffering on the wheel of life
Repeating and replaying
The pain we’ve caused each other
But why do that?
When love like a seedling buried deep grows
Still there
Like a forgotten bloom that
Even without watering and tending.
Still manifests into beauty.
The beauty itself is forgiveness
I have not forgotten love
You have not forgotten love
I harbor in love’s purgatory
Between complete remorse and
Sheer joyfulness
We can’t go on living this way
Swimming in a sea of questions
“Will you?”
“Wont I?”
“Do you?”
“Have you ever?”
Coming up for air which is answers
Yet we get caught in the current of doubt
And drown in fear
We can apologize to each other
In 10,000 different ways
In 10,000 different languages
But why bother?
When our hearts know we are sorry
One chapter of our story complete
Yet the rest of the pages remain blank
I have quill
You have ink
Let’s finish it…..
In 1000 lifetimes
Atoning for past sins
Of our past ways
When our paths last crossed.
But what good will that do?
When the gift that the present is giving us
Is an opportunity to start like a blank slate?
“Tabula rasa”
With each other
We can keep living karmic existences
Endless suffering on the wheel of life
Repeating and replaying
The pain we’ve caused each other
But why do that?
When love like a seedling buried deep grows
Still there
Like a forgotten bloom that
Even without watering and tending.
Still manifests into beauty.
The beauty itself is forgiveness
I have not forgotten love
You have not forgotten love
I harbor in love’s purgatory
Between complete remorse and
Sheer joyfulness
We can’t go on living this way
Swimming in a sea of questions
“Will you?”
“Wont I?”
“Do you?”
“Have you ever?”
Coming up for air which is answers
Yet we get caught in the current of doubt
And drown in fear
We can apologize to each other
In 10,000 different ways
In 10,000 different languages
But why bother?
When our hearts know we are sorry
One chapter of our story complete
Yet the rest of the pages remain blank
I have quill
You have ink
Let’s finish it…..
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