Nothing difficult to understand about this.
Here is the nature of the abyss
I want you to know:
That composure gained in contemplation
Often breaks down in cold light of the day.
And that is OK.
That the butterflies take sudden reign
Like a swamp of vicious wasps in the stomach.
We feel pain.
That supreme confidence does not set us free
From feeling at times small and unloved.
That sometimes tears swell in our eyes
Coming from both sunshine and rain
That taking each step towards the Sun
Makes the Shadow grow deeper and longer.
Both weaker and stronger.
That the fear often acts as a drug,
Blinding us to own perception.
With no exception.
That ‘creative’ will always mean ‘tension’
With a smidgen of ‘loss’ thrown in.
All is not ‘win’.
That today’s violent gust of emotion
Will replace yesterday’s calm and still.
That a great wave of doubt enters these shores
And sweeps us away screaming, into the sea.
Let it be.
That the call of the unknown crashes the comforts
Of the familiar, making us hot and queasy.
That anticipation of the coming day can make us afraid,
And the night becomes a useless comforting buffer.
That there are no definite answers to anything
No matter how much we believe and know.
This is flow.
That this is a breathing and feeling experience
On the see-saw of daily life and death.
To die and be born every day.