We carried suffering after feeling it's victim

It turned us into it's advocate

Our nature by design became

One of not worth

So the pain was easy to administer

On the outside too good - things as they go

Was to be countered by total destruction

Along the way too good - things that were not

Life is often masked with addiction

The disease doing so away with righting

Perspective shutting the doors to the start

of healing

The mountain is part of the landscape

We are a part of the being

Suffering is only a PART of life

The other we did ONCE dare not see

Only by knowing the very nature can the storm be followed home

Inside the heart of origin run by the misguided mind

A small self was thought to be so huge

Had the power to control things out of control

And I fell to the ground

The rain pounding on my head

Washing away the hurt was felt

But discomfort for my heart was fed

And I fell to the ground

Picked up a substance that took me

Places without pain. Paper walls

Reference made, it took decades to

Identify the disconect from my being

And I fell to the ground

To pick myself up again, cause be known and cause be shown

I was seperate from life

Through the sense of me

Taking the air and making panic

Addiction swirled and drew

My head spinningly spun within

In the forest of the disease

Never settle became the mettle

I forged into my chains

For the moment wasn't right

To trust any other person or thing

With deciding where my life will go

Those thoughts now run out of fuel

They are humourously without power

Barbs on their branches can't snag

Me right now

I hold the importance of love

Beyond measure and a thought

Is not worth giving up gratitude

For a moment, the resonation

from the nature in all

Emits energy that connects

and becomes one of which

We am part of.