Embrace
Movement within stillness,
Health within illness.
Truly, I am a snail,
Crawling upon the edge of a straight razor,
The downward spiral my cross to bear, As I'm
Pouring myself from the pail.
I am a drop from that ocean,
One fish in the sea,
Yet I stare at the water, And I'm
Looking at me.
But that's only the surface,
And while sowing I reap, I go
Face down beneath the waterline,
Gazing into the deep.
Stillness within movement,
Joy within bereavement.
I realise at last,
that one must have roots,
to take from the depths,
that the tree may grow vast.
And those depths are jet,
And there resolve is set,
And there lies the will,
And all here is perfectly,
Still.
As the light plays on the skin,
The Shadow dances within,
Forging me, and thus
I can't let you in.
Health within illness.
Truly, I am a snail,
Crawling upon the edge of a straight razor,
The downward spiral my cross to bear, As I'm
Pouring myself from the pail.
I am a drop from that ocean,
One fish in the sea,
Yet I stare at the water, And I'm
Looking at me.
But that's only the surface,
And while sowing I reap, I go
Face down beneath the waterline,
Gazing into the deep.
Stillness within movement,
Joy within bereavement.
I realise at last,
that one must have roots,
to take from the depths,
that the tree may grow vast.
And those depths are jet,
And there resolve is set,
And there lies the will,
And all here is perfectly,
Still.
As the light plays on the skin,
The Shadow dances within,
Forging me, and thus
I can't let you in.