Create, you fools!
Vanquish yourself in the sublime!
Let the sighing waves of self-pity, greed,
Doubt, and fear melt from the hollowed cracks
Of the chained and frozen mirror of your life –
Cast them, and all that is given, into the immolating fires of the unknown
Because everyone here is a phoenix,
Or a coward.
What other purpose could the unyielding,
Infinite universe possibly possess?
To drag your sorry ass through
9 yards of barbed wire before breakfast?
Because when you are the salty ashes rising,
With golden sun beaming from your eye,
You seek death in everything
And find it only in yourself –
In the undying moment
Beneath all the names and thoughts,
Where the unspeakable churns,
That quiet infinite moment
Where you create