Something holds it all.

Something holds it all.

The pain and the pleasure, the rise and the fall.
The mornings, the evenings.
The dreams and the doubts.
Something holds it all.
The rain and the sun and the tired leaves falling in the autumn.
The tears you cry and taste when they reach the corner of your mouth.
The belly laughter.
The fear and the fascination.
The billions, and the bankruptcy.
The good, the bad, and the ugly.
Something holds it all.
Spirituality, rationality.
Meditation, materialism.
The plastic bottle floating in the stream, the deep blue ocean, the blazing forest, and the fancy sports car curled around a tree.
Blushing babies and dear friends dying.
Hamburgers and hammocks and pencils and post-it’s.
Having found it, and feeling lost.
Knowing everything, or absolutely nothing.
Something holds it all.
All of it.
Rest in that.
 
 
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Ik houd van jou.

Ik houd van jou.

05/10/2018