The Release
Dearest, one day you will realize—
maybe on your way up, or maybe on your way down—
that the well of suffering, you created yourself.
Yes.
Those are your own walls you are trying to climb.
Illusion you crystallized as boundaries.
Boundaries you built out of illusion.
There are no boundaries.
There are no walls.
There is no well.
Nothing.
No thing.
Not.
And then there is Love.
Unbound.
Limitless potential.
What will you do with it?
Excerpt from "The Ashes and the well." -- By Nadia Mounsif, A Collection of Poems.
Oil painting by Nadia Mounsif.
Dearest, one day you will realize— maybe on your way up, or maybe on your way down— that the well of suffering, you created yourself. Yes. Those are your own walls you are trying to climb. Illusion you crystallized as boundaries. Boundaries you built out of illusion. There are no boundaries. There are no walls. There is no well. Nothing. No thing. Not. And then there is Love. Unbound. Limitless potential. What will you do with it? Excerpt from "The Ashes and the well." -- By Nadia Mounsif, A Collection of Poems. Oil painting by Nadia Mounsif.