FotoPoesia

Cycles

I see because I feel
a spark of the divine envelopes me
Like a blink of shining light,
Turning the circle of life

By the wind, the rain, and the sun
Some strange deaths are out there to
After the gale of destruction,
when the sun fires up,
new beginnings emerge.

I like the breaking of my soul
It doesn’t tell me anything
but doesn’t make me confused

my darker self
is slowly being eaten away
by the fire of my spirit
I feel the flames growing and
a rain of new things to come.

There’s no silence,
I am a poem, my words are pure energy,
and my life is a strong force that moves me
Speaking the mysteries of my existence