Read Lessons from a Wooden Board: Beauty is Pain (part 1) by Cappucine

The beauty of this world

Is overwhelmingly painful

The kind of pain where you feel as though everything makes perfect sense for a moment and every moment after that makes less and less sense

The kind of pain where ugly is the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen

Where every death is a birth

Where there is no pre-determination, only pure determination

Volcanos and Hydrothermal vents flood me with wistful reverence 

I cannot comprehend how much pressure builds up under the crust

A cave feels like a secret

Every cloud brings me to tears

Every time I touch the earth I learn a lesson

There is a cycle of life but it spirals in four dimensions

A flock of red-winged blackbirds attack a red-tailed hawk

A chamomile plant is infested with aphids which secrete a sweet liquid that ants will feed on as they protect the aphids from predators

Flavour is a result of hundreds of ancestors

Beauty is pain 

And it is holy

I am happily thwarted by forces greater-than-I

Molluscs make pearls as a self defense mechanism

I become suffocated in the growth

I collect rocks attempting to collect little pieces of god

When I say i know god

I mean I have felt her beauty 

and it was pain