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Once upon a time their was nothing
only darkness, no stars, no planets, no life.
One day something changed
a spark that caused an explosion
more powerful than all of Earths weapons combined.

In that moment that very short moment
the universe went from nothing to everything
the greatest masterpiece, the greatest art show ever
in the space of a second, the universe was full of potential

Potential for life, for music, for creativity
potential for so much
we owe our existence to that tiny spark that caused an explosion
that caused us.
A spark of potential
You see it coming,
for you,
or perhaps you don’t.

Either way
it comes full force,
creeping,
burning everyone
and everything
in its wake
(in its way),
like Lava;
red-hot,
sulfurous,
scorching,
till it reaches your feet.

It reaches you,
sweltering,
sizzling,
hissing at your heels,
but you continue
walking down
and over
along determined
path.

Others attempt
to run,
falling at your feet,
while they smoke
and hiss,
and death wraps
its tendril-like fingers
around their
throats;
many never
get away.

Lethal, angry
winds threaten,
mocking,
calling out
your undoing,
yet
you champion
through.

You’ve always
known this path,
drudging on
sometimes with
energy and
tenacious need...
to go on
and make
good time
to wherever
you’re ultimately
going,
many times
not even knowing
yourself,

yet persistence
wins out
as you diligently
force your feet
to keep moving...
forward,
never back.

Exhausted
but resolute,
you can’t see more
than three feet
in front of you,
often times
your poor vision
playing tricks
on you...
mirages,
misinformation,
erroneous
perceptions.

You can’t see
too far ahead,
but some voice
deep inside
tells you,
coaxes you,
gently,
to keep legs moving
and eyes front
and forward,
never back,
till you
finally arrive.

Seeing for the
first time,
with new,
clear vision,
that this walk
was purposeful
and not in vain.

This arduous hike
through storms,
enduring the
violent debris,
was not without
rhyme or reason...

it was a
necessary
journey as,
on this often
harried trek,
you found
nothing more
and nothing
less than...

who you are
and what you were
always meant to be,
and now
you’ll get to shine,
wild and bright

for all to see.


-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
Re: the often long, difficult path through life and old habits.
A plant begins to wither
its leaves fall to the ground
and it drops its seeds

To some this may look
in its entirety, like death
but to others it is birth

A seed's shell cracks
its insides come out
and everything changes

To some this may look
like complete destruction
but to others it is growth

Breathe in
Breathe out

Life is a coalescence of
the Surround into the Self

It is a turning outside in

Breathe out
Breathe in

Death is a dissolution of
the Self into the Surround

it is a turning inside out

happiness surrounds the
cries of the newborn

Breathe in

cries surround the
happiness of the dead

Breathe out
In the midst of my confusion-
             I find peace,
Even though I haven't slept in weeks.  
              -is it justified?
I'm always asking questions like
           "how?" or "why?"
Because believing in something
      is just too **** hard to try.
             Can I compromise?
Please, can I compromise?
                Is it true that we only ever
              practice what we preach?
         And that everything in life
is simply based on our beliefs?
         Is this all a dream?
                 Is this all a dream?
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