There are no haunted hopes, but surmounted desires. <br />There are no demolished desires, but watery desires. <br />There are no trampled temptations, but silly childish temptations. <br />There are no pulverized and vaporized passions, but passion of passions, nourished passions, and mother of all passions. <br />There are no whacked wishes, but untraceable path. <br />There are no dashed dreams, but beautiful moony mares. <br />There are no fettered fantasies, but a bracelet of golden and pearled fantasies. <br />There are no amputated aspirations, but one heart, one skin, and one bone aspirations. <br />There are no attacked, hacked, and destroyed ambitions, but penetrable and naked ambitions <br />There is no Naïveté, but knowing what you need to know, what you want and need to want, and walking on high winds with long sticks made of desires. <br />It is all about the pain of seeing and overseeing, solving and confronting, <br />and give-and-take one's and others' desires, one's dilemmas and others' dilemmas. <br />One denies, and sets back rather than explore that desire and then commit. <br />Hope and hopes are good for one to set back; the pain never sets back. <br /> <br />Nothing is strange or odd. <br />Beauty is feeling the power of anything in everything. <br /> <br />Naivety is a beautiful thing <br />When <br />One faces the pain <br />With one’s back while keeping desires pulling our chest to the front.<br /><br />Atef Ayadi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/naivety-2/
