When surrealism ceases to exist, and
Crippling emotions are holding a mind captive,
All arguments being exhausted,
A void opens grand, ready to swallow me and me alone,
A tiny atom in the vastness of the Universe rotating fast,
In a vertigo of crowded solitude, on my own axis,
I am, I stand alone.
My struggle has been with you, oh God.
Seas of despair already filled and deserts are
Holding secrets yet, of truths proclaimed.
I spread my soul into an embrace striving to hold
Everyone and everything close, your creation
Is my quest, filling my heart with awe and reverence.
My void is starting to take form,
My swaying in the abyss, a purpose.
It is not until I reach in, within, that I find you.
I strive to become as you in order to understand
Your wisdom, I submit my pride and stubbornness,
A solid ground unfolds underneath my feet,
My wings transform into laboring hands, yet
The vastness in my Universe remains filled with all
Things made by word, clay, breath, and love all you.
“It is not until I reach, within, that I find you.” Certainly, this is the perfect message on this celebration of rising, to be shared with. Rise… Rise to within.