It is what it is| poetry picks

Just had some thoughts on love these past couple of days…. That maybe sometimes we need to let go the idea of how it should have happened and how it is supposed to be and just let it be what it is…

This would mean to aknowledge and believe that everything happens for a reason…and that everything is okay… right now …right here…  between loosing myself and loosing what I love …  I don’t know what to do … Truth is, nobody knows you like you know yourself. No one knows if you are at peace or about to compromise..  The hardest thing is to see everything as it is… all cards on the table dear self. And if confusion is everything there is for now, than let it be  confusion … and wait. Wait and see.

No rushing into compromises….And no letting go… Giving it time to unfold into whatever it’s supposed to become…mh …

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I thought I might share a poem from one of my favourite poets Erich Fried…. The way he writes about love just gets to you…well at least it gets to me.

Although I can’t find a translation of my favourite poem, I thought about including this one…

 

What it is

It is nonsense
says reason
It is what it is
says love

It is calamity
says calculation
It is nothing but pain
says fear
It is hopeless
says insight
It is what it is
says love

It is ludicrous
says pride
It is foolish
says caution
It is impossible
says experience
It is what it is
says love