Thursday, July 21, 2011

new blood through old veins

to sit in the dark,
to swallow the humid wind,
to face the unknown,
or recall where you have been,
to build a set of beliefs,
or to see through them,
beautiful souls tangled in a twist of sin,

to go deeper,
is to go beyond
to be without,
is to go within,
to loosen,
to listen,
to open,
to overcome yourself,
is to begin.


Old Ollie said...

This is what it is all about. This is the crux...

Fisheye Lens said...

Sage advice, Dox. Words to live by, but hard to live up to.

The Square Corner said...

Dox, reading your poem is like descending cold, hard steps to the truth of darkness. Thanks for the enlightment.