Consumed in awe, possessed by intrigue
Finite left, spent, delirium from fatigue
I am left with no strength to struggle
When fully surrendering to seek the invisible
Here, where if one is allowed to be
Find their center where one is most free
Time has no meaning, and such is ageless
There is where, when touched is timeless
Where the light and darkness are the same
Spirit has no gender; none need a name
Hell and the grave find none to harbor
Into it, I'll effortlessly immerse, no need to labor
Oh, sinful thoughts to think when plunged
It's all over; I'm done; finally, I'm expunged
Yet, from deep inside this nothingness
Hope wells up for my hopelessness
Like all, when disconnected from our source
Enter into this vortex of life touched by loss
A void that nothing of substance can fill
Where encouraged to enter, acquiesce to its will
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.