when i am not as tough as what i want to be....
when i want to pretend that i am impermeable,
that nothing can move the mountain.
simple, complex, alive.
no more no less than anything else....
am moved by my soul, this soul
where fire burns, sometimes hot, you get burned
other times we are all just fools....
aboard a rudderless ship.
landing in places where we do not know
can sway us. move us, destroy us,
erode our mountain
like a river carving valleys.
the (uni)verse, poem of love or pain