Age old battles

What the heart can't fathom, the mind refuses to accept.


{ image: Freed heart, understanding mind}

And the war continues on. Between the mind and the heart, where the dichotomy leaves me restless.

They say the heart is fickle, like a lust affair over a summer, when the foliage begins to fall the heart already proceeds. But its the mind that perseveres, that captures the moments that were, and the moments that weren't. Its within this game that someone, somewhere, something happens.

A catalystic cataclysmic reaction that allows life to move forward and the soul to shine, shine, shine through.

And what to say of patience? When the hegemonic battles trigger on, whose to say what's best and bitterest? Those memories and dreams that the mind recalls and the heart adjourns, they become but stepping stones on the cobblestoned path called life.

So where should I turn, to find peace of mind? Who shall I confront, console but my own lost legacy.

Another dismal day where the feuds war on, and rest is far from the horizon.