Monday, June 27, 2011

transcender


wind worn and rain chipped,
a body covered in a million cuts,
aching and burning with unrelenting swelling,
buckling hard against the midnight sun,
the mind becomes twisted, torn and begins to bleed,
the soul is an empty room,
at the end of an endless hallway,
echoing with lonely screams,

stop.

listen.

watch.

- break it open -

feel the body start to move,
the mind start to clear,
the soul begin to laugh,
now drive harder to where you can give without receiving,
you don't notice the heavier burden,
and the heart explodes in the four directions.











1 comment:

Old Ollie said...

This is a prayer.