Blessing Anastasia Abaka
Mother Nature - Poem by Blessing Anastasia Abaka
Mother Nature gives each age its own special horror.
Death never comes at the right time,
It always comes like a thief.
All who are born die,
All who die will be reborn.
All of live is nothing more than a motion picture
Projected into a vase screen.
Life is not a curse,
Life is a song.
Mortals have always exaggerated the difference between love and hate
Both comes from the heart.
When you were in love, you knew no fear or hatred
When you were fearful, there was no possibility of love and hate
And when there was hate, there was only hate.
you can never hate strongly
Unless you have loved strongly.
Longing is older than love
And one cannot exist without the other.
Persistence is the key to solving most mysteries
When you have eliminated the impossible,
Whatever remains, no matter how improbable
must be truth.
there is no use in asking why,
It's like asking nature the same question about itself;
Why is fire hot not cold?
Why does the eyes see and not hear?
Why is there birth and death?
These things are just the way there are.
The opposite of love is not hate
It is indifference
That is why so few people find God.
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