Triumph Comes Naturally, If You Let It
Through which modes did you come here to die?
Which forms of deliverance does your soul wish to find?
What will you take with you?
Under what means do absolutes lie?
Your life is yours to transform, so be sure to will for it, well,
Within the deep springs, withheld from view by the body
And protected by the dark hoarders of the mind.
Only pure possibility holds the key to your not imploding upon impact
With an end bound only by itself.
So, careful when crossing any great divide
As waves of re-evolution are what you must ride;
For pain can be tricky- let it not eat you alive…
Now I ask you, again: through which modes did you come here to die?
Copyright Keli Birchfield 2012