Friction

 

A frictionless life

is no existence,

Because without the rub of pain

was there ever any gain?

The stress, the tension, the pull, the push

keep us touching life’s surface,

They are the agents of survival

guarding us against doom and decay.

 

The friction between

our dreams and reality we face;

between what we fight for

and the result we get;

between smiles and bitter tears;

between love and hate;

between giving and taking;

between dark and light.

 

This friction is what

keeps the chariot’s wheel moving,

This rub between joy and sorrow

creates the spark,--

the spark of life,

This grazing between what is

and what we desire

fuels the palpitation of life

in the tiny point of our existence,

It propels this little heartbeat

in the bosom of vast cosmos.

 

This friction is our causal force,

No point in hating it,

Come to terms with it,

It’s like accepting the grounding gravity

without which flying is meaningless.