Makhtub, living life as it comes

It begins Slow and steady Once through the heart Sorted through the soul No rhyme or reason No rhythm or beat All there is is the invisible void Void    work neither    emptiness nor happiness Void devoid of all void Yet the passion slays comes To remember and to teach To care and to cradle There is always more to give There is always nothing to expect There is always something to learn There is always a tear to shed There is always one to remember There is always someone to forgive There is but the void! There is but the void within and without The painful void remains To teach and to ponder The smile remains true to ones heart For from the void began nothing And from nothing does inspire everything

The heart remains of its pieces Sudden outbursts of pain unknown Pains unknown surge through Yet tears to shed there are none! Lives move on and find happiness Long forgotten and forgiven Emotions and valuations are worth nothing! For lives evolved and hearts, melted into passions Life smiled on and all that need be spoken Are forever more buried and smiled upon!!