Not Molded By Hate

As we weave the tapestry of our life, there are glittered strings and plain ones. Anger, disgust, and ignoring matters may turn into a form of hate. The weaver's hand is kind and so is the potter's, and for a beautiful life, let it be not molded by hate.

Forgiveness resides in our beings. Yet pride and defence place the barriers up. We think only of ourselves sometimes and what we desire, when other people should come to mind. Yet, as there are people who thrive on anger and hate, complaining about the smallest thing, and the if  only's in their lives, we tend to close our hearts against such negative vibes. Kindness may be abused and dependence comes about, save that for the right ones and then, hurting others happens as what we think of others might be molded by hate.

In the absence, seek and see what is there. More than passion, there is, it is there. Feeling the gentleness touching like raindrops bringing tears to the eyes, and then it did not suffice. Feeling empty, seeking, and when the true one reached out with a gaze, once, twice, and the touch was felt as the love was there, the tears are held back, rocking the moonlight and turning the sunrise into twilight. The unspoken appeal to be there and for that long moment, there as no need as it was there.

We feel the touch from many lives. Some touch us more while others leave a stain and there is the ones that lead lives that are in so much pain as they have decided to lie down on a bed of thorns to shield the love light from their lives that is peppered with critism and anger,  and the true peace and goodness that follows with luck is not present in a life that has lack of forgiveness. There is truth and that whispers in the eyes and when locked, it stays, and warms the heart to calm the mind.