Does one ever know anything?
A passing mood
a moments joy.
Does one know why it appeared the way it did?
Why did it jump from nowhere
and made itself known?
The mind will come up with some clever answers.
And some of them might sound reasonable:
'because of this fellow doing this or that'
'because i just won the jack pot'
But does one ever really know?
This morning overwhelmed by heavy feelings,
which weigh on the way one perceives the world.
Usually labelled depression.
'sitting with a friend, who after an accident is brain damaged
and who is struggling to come out of his confines'?
'menopausal fluctuations sending the mood into the pits' ?
'part of integration happening, some parts of the body mind set up still reluctantly giving up their hold.
Dreading the emptiness.'?
'a natural movement like the tides in the ocean,
moving from ecstasy to agony, from up to down.
The breathing in and out by existence through this form.'?
Take your pick.
And in the end what difference does it make?
And who is there to care.?
Sitting with this feeling,
this delicacy thrown at one,
with all the love and compassion,
it is just Love embracing Itself.