by Rebel Willing
Smiling at the fear
reared and adhered
to mortality’s complexity –
living gonna be the death of me –
grasping for freedom’s irrelevancy –
bound by time irrevocably –
consistently living with a commitment to my own immortality –
wounded not by the fallacy
of the physical idolatry
of the human spirit –
can’t cage the flow –
microcosm to macrocosm in tow –
blessed are the souls
that see beyond sense and role –
only in release do we grow,
only in absorption can we know.
Cutting through my own neurosis, finding ideas are easy to come by, sometimes truth hides out of sight, peace is my lullaby but to fight is my birthright.
Written for the On Living and Dying series. If you’d like to be a part of the challenge, find more info here: 365 Days On Living and Dying. But first, leave a comment and let Rebel Willing know how you feel about what he said.
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