The fierce flow of faith
The momentous movement of mission
The behemoth boom of belief
The poetic pulse of purpose
The rhythmic resonance of reality
These are the moons that orbit my world
Pulling at tides
Pushing out blossoms
Promising fertility
Providing inspiration
Whether I beat a drum
Or bang a bell
I shake the ground with my powers
I fill the air with substance
I move the water with my will
I expand existence with my humanity
So what does it mean that I am human
That my reality is in my heart
That my potential is genesis and nuclear
That I make gods and demons good or evil
That I make my happiness or create my suffering
4/5/11 (For National Poetry Month)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem