Love brings me forth,
Enlightening the nocturnal sea,
Lining the expanse of the horizon
That always seems to be ahead of me.
My soul is my strength in whom I will trust;
The presence of Eternity that will compass my steps,
Always navigating darkness under my feet.
Walking by the winding sea,
My self-consciousness blinded by meditation,
I can feel the movement of time
Lapping ineffectually against my soul.
Reeling, through a black tunnel
with barbed walls of broken stars,
I realize I have butterfly wings,
visible only in monumental glimmers,
Like fragmented days…
Ephemeral Wings imprinting
I brought my my courage with me this time,
Like an old frightened friend, I dragged it along with me
Down to the river.
And there, I heaved it into the muddying water,
but since it was made entirely of tears
It did not drown.
Being human fills you with illusions of unmet desires,
A wish to be more than yourself,
A desire to fill an illusory emptiness with accomplishments,
To feed an ego that will never be satisfied.
It is the spoiled child that wants and wants and wants
Until the feeling of want itself becomes a source of frustration,
then anger,then desperation, then hatred…
We don’t owe anyone our pain
Nor do we owe them our wisdom.
We are like feathers floating on a stream,
Pristine, we remain impeccable on
the muddy surface.
There is a serenity that goes
Beyond it all,
That lingers still in these hard times.
There is a peace cascading
Unknown to us still…
Without meaning to we rise out of the ground,
Loving despite of loss, losing despite of love.
We become bottomless ponds
Growing blooms out of our own mud.
Violence is failure of everything.
Purpose is not born from destruction,
But from Hope.