Shadows

Perhaps I am more affected by others’ pain,
Then my own.
I absorb soul-ache like a plague.
It is easier perhaps
To not feel others’ hurt,
But at what cost?
To be an emotional zombie is not for me.

I try to find peace in words and imagery,
The remnants of sacred myth.
These writings are portals to surrendered quiet,
Non-trying unpretentious truth
Buried in ancient English.

Hard world, I hate you,
Sometimes.
“To take arms against a sea of troubles…”
My arm is tired,
Sometimes…
I forget to look within,
Like an archeologist of blood and bone,
Energy and trauma,
Finding peace, or chi, or prana;
The universal energy that you surrender to,
Rather than struggle against.