There is a force
Alive and rampant
A feeling becomes thought
And the thoughts build
Looking for a container
The vessel becomes full
Words
Overflow on the page
They flood and spread
Flow and ebb
Burst
and give over
What was within
For a moment replete
The energy recedes
And the human breathes
But creation at its core
Is all just
Raw
Energy
And the only way to control it
Is to let it enervate
Every moment
With feeling
Remembering at all times
This is living
As a mere human being.
We are a dot in time
Less relevant than a flower
Becoming a seed
Blown on the wind
Returning to the creator
Indulging its whims
And trying to withstand
Being a fragile container
Holding in checkA
All that
Almighty power
*a photo I took looking out over the sea on a beautiful morning at the coast a year or so ago – the little memorial plaques mark where someone has released ashes. I was humbled by the thought it all ends – but it also encapsulates what it is to be human – up and down we go – the pace relentless while life runs through us
