Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself. – Rumi
Take courage, I have overcome the world in the mist of unsettledness in others.
Despite the ferocity,
hard-pressed upon its synaptic tangles
pruned blissfully adaption by adaption until battered and insensate.
Out cold, wedged in troubled hearts
and I watch here from the edge of my boundaries
becoming acquainted with every curve.
On the other side where mankind looks outward in appearance,
I see within my heart.
Inimitable to your synaptic gaps,
on ice clenched memories petrified.
In my new precincts, a puddle of water once at the base of my bruised heart, vapors now steeping in the passing winds.
Come to me, all who whirl in woe and together we will soar.