recipricals

a brief observation of cosmic karma

life exist in a series of recipricals.
for every moment the gifts of the universe are revealed to me
for beauty, for truth, for education, for love, for life
Is a moment I will have to rot in this sanitarium
exist in this confusion, in this delusion, in this puddle of pain
in this loneliness, ever present in the backdrop of reality

I must say, though it destroys and reforms me day after day
I wouldn't trade this feeling of ultimate
up. down. on my own moon. desolate.
to feel things truly, with sincerity and emotion
To be moved
I will take wretchedness which recipricates my utopia