Inside every single,
Obdurate, intractable skull
Is an entire universe humming,
Every bit as vast as the heavens above,
From whence we all came.
And with that realisation
Comes a power
That can melt tyranny itself,
Lay waste any dictator’s cannon.
And all this played out
Within a prescribed arena
Forever licensed to allow us full rein.
Albeit that we remain bound
To a narrative
That sometimes still needs
To remind us of our mortality,
And in so doing,
Will punish and wound,
Seemingly without care or remorse.
But be not afeared.
Wear any such scars well,
Knowing that,
For every moment of suffering,
Others will arrive
That will instead pierce you with joy.
Open the doors of your heart and they will come…
And for every cruel arrow,
Sweet caresses of delirium also
To nourish your soul.
Very Good!
Beautiful and timely, particularly for us Americans. Thank you for sharing this wise perspective. Very nice website as well.
Just beautiful.
Beautifully said and just the message so many people need to hear
Whether it be the freedom to love or the freedom to exist I could relate to this poem on several levels. This is a beautiful multi-layered write and makes a magical point- that balance prevails in this universe, that no matter what, joy is always around the bend! Beautiful!
Stunning ~and lovely! ~RL
So moving and vivid. Wonderful expression of the duality in life. Very well written and a pleasure to read.