As the world rotates around our star,
We constantly forget who we all are.
we mask our bodies in plants and rocks
we blanket our minds in lights and thoughts.
to exclude out feelings-
from the desperate days
we smother our lungs with chemical haze.
thoughtful healing.
wishful thinking.
tears fall from these human eyes,
smiles form with the muscles on this face,
carved into the blood filled clay.
sculptural ideation
manifested by the soul
that swarms around itself
that covers this plane
that is the air between us all.
craving happiness
one experiences sadness.
craving fulfillment
one experiences emptiness.
craving communion
one experiences solidarity.
and while craving life
one experiences death.
black and white
both equally as beautiful,
but duality causes anguish
when one fails to view the singularity,
one ultimately causes
ones own distress
“I AM the monarch of all I survey” a great poet once said.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 6:29 PM UTC
As the world rotates around our star,
We constantly forget who we all are.
we mask our bodies in plants and rocks
we blanket our minds in lights and thoughts.
to exclude out feelings-
from the desperate days
we smother our lungs with chemical haze.
thoughtful healing.
wishful thinking.
tears fall from these human eyes,
smiles form with the muscles on this face,
carved into the blood filled clay.
sculptural ideation
manifested by the soul
that swarms around itself
that covers this plane
that is the air between us all.
craving happiness
one experiences sadness.
craving fulfillment
one experiences emptiness.
craving communion
one experiences solidarity.
and while craving life
one experiences death.
black and white
both equally as beautiful,
but duality causes anguish
when one fails to view the singularity,
one ultimately causes
ones own distress
“I AM the monarch of all I survey” a great poet once said.
