pura vida

there is nothing more to figure out 

isn’t it funny

how our thinking mind can only 

take us so far 

yet it convinces us 

at least me 

at least attempts to… 

that it will 

can 

is

the only way 

to return home.

there is no more thinking to do 

you already understand 

said the ocean 

the waves 

her grace 

all that is left 

for you

my dear

is acceptance. 

accepting that yes 

extreme suffering 

starvation, war, rape, murder, greed, lust, pollution, superiority

all coexist with 

love, grace, beauty, peace

she

mother ocean

sits, and dances, and breathes

all day long 

the monkeys rejoice 

and the birds continue to sing for the rain 

oh but all of nature continues to play 

without the pain of anticipatory betrayal

look to them 

i’m reminded 

when you need to learn how to accept 

for she does not overthink, overbear, or exhaust 

but how? 

i cry 

into my pillow at night 

begging my lover to explain the duality 

if only i could understand 

… i just want to understand, i say

yet, with no answers or judgement or rush 

he sits with me in my illusion 

a suffering suited 

only for mankind 

he waits with me for the sun to rise 

and trusts that once again 

i will see what truly is, what has always been. 

may we all come to accept.