In a volatile world that rips and throbs
with oppressive practices, tying us all
into tangled amalgamates of despair,
we toss a rock into the pool of hope,
the ripples pushing outward and molecules —
bumping and pulling against one another —
destabilizes the roots of harmful systems.
Each of us a converging stream
tangled together in this dance of life–
some slice the bones and spill forth
the life-blood of the cosmos in a bid
to absorb the offal lies from greed’s
insatiable desire to devour all
the ruling class deems as lesser,
but the heart of the world bleeds
and cries for justice, a vivid reminder–
that as intertwined as we are,
we often fail to see the humanity
binding us all into one.
Thus, our threads of destiny surge and howl
with the desperation of hope reclaimed.
These necrotic systems built to control
and devour will someday melt down
into the refulgent springs of rebirth.
Open the door, step inside. Here you find a forest, teeming with animals and birds, which sweeps up the sides of snow-capped mountains. Here in the small pocket of beauty, one finds the essence of my soul.
A writer at heart, I delve deep into the finer details of humanity's spirit, and seek to share with others what gems I uncover. I find life exciting and full of interesting surprises, and despite the great pain that often confronts me, I persevere with the joy in my heart still bubbling, and the light of my soul still aflame.
There is a time and a place to introspect one's self, but often enough it is best to not look back in regret, but leap forward in the present toward the achievement of one's deepest dreams.
I am a wanderer. An explorer. One place cannot contain me for long, but to my friends and family, I remain loyal, for love is not bound by time nor place. Once cultivated and nourished continuously, it binds people together on a journey through the unknown reaches of life.
I am hopeful any rebirth comes in like a lamb with no earth withering devices.