"To be of our self
We watch the sun conquer the night each dawn"
For me, this is the struggle of life. To consistently drive out the darkness in my heart that would envelop me.
"To be of our own will.
Gifted, as though we ever owned anything before we are caged in the earth,
As a celebration for our life.
In a sealed box,
So we can be protected.
As though returning to the earth is a violation.
As though we own this body.
We, and only we, see this as respect.
We make it so."
Are we to be separated forever from that which we are? You are observant to note that only we see this as respect.
"The delusion used to lay in such a visceral state
So deep within what I believed to be me.
I made that so.
I no longer wish to make anything
So much so that I am willing to give up everything
To enjoy what the author writes
And the musician sings
And the gusts blow
God makes this so."
This is very beautiful and insightful writing. It has given me much to consider about the life that we strive to live instead of just being the life that we are.
Thank you and keep writing.