Dukkha

Life is unsatisfactory
The lightening scissored across the ocean
Existence was burning
The thunder of consciousness
Was deafening
The necessity was to weld
Meaning to purpose

There was only wisdom in insecurity
The only shelter
Was unadulterated acceptance
Of the fragility of life
To live in the twain of fear and defense
Was the required balance
It was here there is the bloom of life

The hair on my body carries
A static charge
I feel the pull of existence
I am right there at death's door
Yet I feed on the energy of life
I exist at the edge
I am threaded into existence