The Unknown known
Life is a fair trade wherein all adjust itself in time,
for all one takes the price comes in currencies not known as dime.
The warden of the prison is in a worse position then the prisoner himself,
while the prisoners mind is free; the mind of the warden is in prison itself.
Happiness is found with does of compassion,
in misery are the ones who expect from others the ration.
What science cannot declare, art can suggest by imagination,
what poetry can speak aloud and fails to explain is frustration.
Those who appeal with intellect attract the human brain,
the one who penetrates the spirit is a prophet with a souls so sane.
The body of love creates plural reciprocities,
from the heart of love come beneficence;
but from the soul of love is born renunciation virtuosity.
The path of freedom leads to the goal of capacity,
while only the path of discipline creates liberty.
The fear of the unknown is the greatest,
fragments of feelings and not the souls natives.
The world as intricate dream has its divine complexity,
to be reawaken by many more kisses as destiny.
Annihilation and its traces go forward to receive,
the answer to every question is the belief.
The only thing that is made throughout life,
is one’s own nature as subtle inheritance strive.
Echoes from many lives by season conscience,
truth that find itself in the loving heart performance.
Copyright © Robert Rittel | Year Posted 2020
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