Is it Joy or pain that I’m feeling?
As I sit down to prayAnd the tears are flowing even before I say I’m here.The chrysalis of nothingnessMeans brokenness dissolution,Will these tearsDissolve this ego?I pray and prayBut that’s no guarantee of transformationThe CrusadersThe ones that fervently massacred the TurksPrayed each day before they slaughtered in Gods nameThey did it for spiritual gainHow can a heart be sureHow can our Intention be pure?By embracing our highest truthBy saying farewell to the caterpillarThe cocoon knows what to doIf we let itIt will melt us down to liquid formThe truth of us will emergeFrom nothingAnd a butterfly will spread its wings and fly