What is an egg?
some fragile could-be,
pretender to naught but stone.
Hold it, what do you feel?
Solid-seeming,
isn't it though?
So easily broken.
Premature death.
How must it feel.
I've broken free!
Rid of this shell,
this utter lie.
Smile at the peeping chick,
it has mastered the odds.
Still though, that babe
has only just begun.
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What must it be to live,
born a falling raindrop?
Falling so fast through your life;
where shall you decide to fall?
With others like you,
grass or field or road?
Will you drum upon my roof?
Will you kiss my daughters' cheeks?
Wash me clean of humanity!!
drown me, that I may rise anew;
Quench my spirits thirst for rain,
lips raised cracked to an endless sky.
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And lo! here it comes!
The storm bears down
faster than ye can run!
Run still, lest it catch ye.
All that lies loose and dead
will be washed away,
all that grew too tall with pride
shall be stricken down.
A fire burns in the desert,
amidst the opening of the heavens
and the drenching of the sands.
A fire burns in the desert.
Man and beast cower together
before the fury of the Storm,
and those who know its truth
dance in fear and excitement.
They dangle precariously
between life and death;
hanging only by a sure knowing,
their mortality and vigor.
Can ye grasp the purpose
of the heavens in these storms?
Dare ye accept the truth,
the hard nature of it?
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Just out of reach,
words to describe a truth.
Can't quite speak it,
awareness born anew.
For day and night,
they're just two sides of life.
I am the same,
understanding dawning.
Life and death, one.
I begin to see it!
One question stays,
when do I flip the coin?
some fragile could-be,
pretender to naught but stone.
Hold it, what do you feel?
Solid-seeming,
isn't it though?
So easily broken.
Premature death.
How must it feel.
I've broken free!
Rid of this shell,
this utter lie.
Smile at the peeping chick,
it has mastered the odds.
Still though, that babe
has only just begun.
----------------------------------------------
What must it be to live,
born a falling raindrop?
Falling so fast through your life;
where shall you decide to fall?
With others like you,
grass or field or road?
Will you drum upon my roof?
Will you kiss my daughters' cheeks?
Wash me clean of humanity!!
drown me, that I may rise anew;
Quench my spirits thirst for rain,
lips raised cracked to an endless sky.
-------------------------------------------
And lo! here it comes!
The storm bears down
faster than ye can run!
Run still, lest it catch ye.
All that lies loose and dead
will be washed away,
all that grew too tall with pride
shall be stricken down.
A fire burns in the desert,
amidst the opening of the heavens
and the drenching of the sands.
A fire burns in the desert.
Man and beast cower together
before the fury of the Storm,
and those who know its truth
dance in fear and excitement.
They dangle precariously
between life and death;
hanging only by a sure knowing,
their mortality and vigor.
Can ye grasp the purpose
of the heavens in these storms?
Dare ye accept the truth,
the hard nature of it?
-----------------------
Just out of reach,
words to describe a truth.
Can't quite speak it,
awareness born anew.
For day and night,
they're just two sides of life.
I am the same,
understanding dawning.
Life and death, one.
I begin to see it!
One question stays,
when do I flip the coin?
