I am Making Myself Strong

We all participate in creation and destruction

  Thrown to the edge of our abyss

    There we look for death and finally

 

Know our meaning of life

  I return to the living

    In the devastation of my innermost soul

 

There peace and chaos both reside

  For creation is only love

    And destruction is only questioning

 

I will shed my skins and love

  Without trying, organic-dream

    My terrible aloneness will have to suffice

 

We all participate in intimate creation

  And brutal destruction, like lovers leaving us

     My roots of spiritual sanity endure

 

And may madness of perennial discontent

  To be overwhelmed is my craving for intensity

    The salt-beaten immeasurable swimmer

      Of my small ocean of souls.

Reviews

[WingsToFly]

Beautiful write, so beautifully expressed.

[An owl on the moon]

Your thoughts come alive in mindscapes... worlds and wonders we make come to life in our own existence. A bit of dark and light creation at our fingertips.