Lifecycle

I walked to die flühmarkt (open air market) in Rinteln this morning; it was a good thirty-forty minute walk and meditated a little on a park bench, enjoying the crowd making crowd noises all around me, the sounds of biciyle wheels turning, the occasional breeze against my face that was so appreciated as the very warm sun shined on me, leavng my upper back damp with sweat.

Here is a poem about the changes that I fel coming, want to come, and am actively encouraging inside me.

Oh the phoenix must die to rise
The words that created the fires inside
mark an inevitable end
Not of this man but of everything that created him...

and only the essence can remain
the best and the most meaningful aspects of him
the sun is marked with a cross
like the story of Jesus is promised to rise again

Every time I go down,
I must rise again
There is nothing that can stop me
Except for the man writing these words

These words

These words

These words

(These words)~I am nothing if not something that we call nothing
(These words)~Paradox is a word heavily used in theory
(These words)~But get too scientific and you risk losing it
(These words)~My god is not a quantifiable entity so keep searching but the best way is to

Just breathe

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