The Mind Creative
Something had whispered this into her on the very first night Pain
arrived, but for good reasons Life wouldn’t be able to unveil the
gifts wrapped in her fragility, until Pain can purify her. Until Pain
picks up the pain brush and paints on Life's canvass with colours
never seen before. Until Life can sense the virtues of ' negative
capability’.
She now wears it around her heart, the healing
virtues of ' negative capability', like wool as
pious as progeny of prairies of Himalayas.
Preserved by its sacred warmth, Life now
willingly
collects
her
fragilities
and
imperfections like rare conch shells that sea
of life offers.
She gasps at the exquisite carvings of
vulnerabilities and mistakes a