Tired of Searching for the Meaning in it All

Is my body a temple or a graveyard?

A home for those in need of hope and rebirth?

Or where people go to forget their humanity?

Some say the body is just that, a body.

Nothing more than a vessel for the mind.

I’m still trying to answer this age old question,

is my body a temple or a graveyard?

Am I rooted in the foundations of divine consciousness,

or am I floating in limbo somewhere six feet under?

This body seems to be caught in the middle of a hurricane

created from the chaos of experience.

In an ocean of the unknown,

I’m struggling to figure out

just how

deep

to

go

in order to find ground.

Malta, 2019