Love and Death

I am slowly seeing, the dark regions of the light. For some reason, the presentation of truth, in it's simplicity, has left me on the outside. There are no other souls, here with me. I doubt my own senses. Pain and passion, have lost their distinction. Both are now, the same hue of jade. I seem totally aware, of the oneness of ice and fire, and the paralysis of fear and lust. Learning to accept, the finesse of joy and sorrow, and the life breath, of endless queries. What else is there to do, between love and death?