I feel like sharing a poem I wrote tonight. It’s not always easy to describe one’s creativity, but I think this one is about how we are all on a path of endless growth, and at times that can be painful. We may resist the growth, the transformation, but it is inevitable. We continue expanding infinitely.
“Transformation Radioactive”
Transformation is often painful,
yet I hang in for the duration.
I regard the purple setting sun,
the rays slap my eyes,
helping me get wise.
The light warns me that I shall grow
beyond my former dimensions.
It does not ask me what I think of this.
I am a cracking star,
bursting into a million pieces.
I feel like I have been ripped from my orbit,
and sent shaken into the cosmos.
All is chaos,
billions of emancipated tons of chaos,
radiating at light-speed outward,
into infinity.
I feel broken and burning,
with energy enough
to turn even hot magma into pure spirit.
I am quick, like the angry celestial cauldron from which I spring.
I am re-created by my destruction.
I feel sad
and as strong as a trillion particles of exploded light,
each bursting outward
in search of destinations
to illuminate.
I am twisted and cajoled with the force of colliding planets.
My mind is a Gamma ray
that annihilates order
and causes radioactive consciousness.
I settle on a distant star as my home,
and my refracted bones coalesce over a million years
into still restless particles of matter,
which continue throbbing with the eternal imperative of change.
I dance the dance of twenty million worlds
shooting across the vastness of space for
innumerable revolutions.
My love sits with my pain in an eternal expanding sunset,
and my memories flicker in the sky
with the ancient light of long-dead comets.
My journey has no end.
Tonight it’s scope devastates me.
I sigh, and press on.