from sacred origins and cradling wombs,
to consistent drowning in an un-divine place, 
oscillating between…

madness and calm
love and pain
blood and tears
struggle and peace
abstinence and desire
tradition and innovation
vibration and dead silence
cowardice and courage
and all the other grey matter we face

our minds our own personal mental asylum or sole space of rest, 
caged in a slightly wider earthly cloud of pandemonium.

do we shed these thoughts and tame our emotions,
or do we think and feel more intensely?

how do we find our way through the end of this scene and start to breathe,
and also acknowledge it, hold our breath and use it as our path out?

and in The End, do we even have enough sacredness left to face You?