loop, it's
so often lost
in translation,
now passed
for empty worship,
our only choice
is to rebuild
what’s broken
inside of us,
deep work will
create the
deepest of worth,
explore, let yourself
stumble into truth,
again and again,
feel the sharpness
of its pain,
then the pleasure
of its joy
as it washes over,
as it changes you,
that’s all that
ever mattered,
keep those demons
from shouting down
our better angels,
against time,
we're threadbare, with
a thousand yard stare,
scuffed shoes,
swimming in this soup
of visceral clues,
each of us
are the same,
we are only stardust,
little pieces of
a Universe
trying so desperately
to understand itself.
Be well and make the most of this day. Thank you for reading!
Growing weary of the ads and divisiveness on mainstream social media? If so, why not try Hive? Click on this link to sign-up and join our growing global community.
Let’s Keep In Touch
