I have come up from the depths
Water dripping from my fingers
Draining from my gills
Eyes adjusting to the dim light
After witnessing the infinite explosion
Of death and life
I have come up from the depths
And see this scene before me
My anchors dug up
Attacked
For the sake of petty concerns
The flutter of emotion
The grasping for power
The raising of voice
That drowns out the softest wisdom
As I rise
The anger stirs in my womb
Crackles lightning in my eyes
Teeth bared
Claws out
What is life and death
To one who walks the
In-between
Witnesses
Souls ride the tides
Of the Sea of Infinity
What is gain and loss
To one who lays down
Everything
Accepts the death
Of letting go
Accepts the breath
Of the great below
Every single day
What are petty concerns
When time destroys all
When Love heals all
When all is God’s
But these anchors
These tendrils of nourishment
Reaching out to me
As I travel beneath
These anchors are precious
These anchors are mine
This voice is mine
And I will fuck shit up
If it needs the fucking