bleeding heart

There are things in the world that look and feel painful
like hatred and the hell it create

there are things that look and feel beautiful
like the paradise kind of fantasy

there are things that look beautiful and feel painful
this is the human childish love
this is what movies and drama are made of
the thorns can still prick you to get to the roses

and there are things that look painful but feel beautiful
this is the highest form of love could ever be achieved, the peak of creation intelligence
this is the stuff legends and heroes are made of
arrows turned into petal of flowers in his vicinity
his bleeding heart flows into the river of tears of the mother earth

Yes this is the world we live in
where appearance is deceiving
and feeling is a prisoner
if we open our heart and mind to the sight of the invisible and the sound of silence
we ll see the current of love flowing through our vein

you can't mature without being immature
we all start by falling from heaven to hell at birth
then we try to find beautiful things
find them and feel the pain
until one day you ll find what feels beautiful
just stay there with the unreachable beatific vision and feels the bliss
for God is working through you
the appearance of beauty has fade into what it really is
and the feeling of pain becomes more beautiful
this is the path to the peak of holiness
and if you are lucky, you are one with the beatific vision
both your mind and feeling have been released
and you become the paradise itself...

For you don't need love when all things line up in your life
just like you don't need flashlight in a daylight
for it is easy to love your friends but not the enemy
pain is the light's struggle in the dark
the sound fighting through the air to get to our ear
for we don't know what it's like from the inside
we only see from the outside
but we experience pain from the inside
pain is like the sky and the sea getting burn by the sun
or a dessert feeling lonely without the moon
pain is the collision of stellar objects
that enable creation
pain is creation
pain is love itself