First the cut
An unexpected wound
In the fabric of our
frame
Shaking our serenity
In our pain
We twist and turn
Lash out and shout
Seeking someone to
blame
Yet the wounding is
The necessary part
The start of
The alchemy of pain
We must endure the pain
Tying our souls to
this stake
We must undergo the purifying
fire
The chemistry of
transformation
Then our tears must
flow
Through cuts and
scratches of our soul
The salt of tears much
cleanse the wounds
Left by purifying fire
Tears must wash our
soul
As sands are ocean
washed
For in the wave of
tears
The debris of the fire
is cleansed
In the space
Of fire and water
A hollowness is formed
Through which the
spirit wind does flow
And in the echo of the
spirit
If souls are stilled
We start to understand
The alchemy of pain
For while we think
We’d like our lives
Trouble free and grand
Pain is a necessity
In the wounding and
the fire
In the water and the
salt
In the echo of the
spirit
Pain is transfigured
Through the vein of
pain
A thread of gold now
runs
And in an aching soul
And in that silent space
Transformed
By alchemy of pain
Beauty in perfection
blooms
What a beautiful poem! I enjoyed this tremendously. You are very good my friend. Bravo! :D
ReplyDeleteThank you Vashti; thank you very much.
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