Invincible

In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.

Am I?

Alive,
Or just a shadow

Mamba never out.

~ On the cycle of consumptive and creative energy.

~ Your mind is a ship, words are your sails.

Which wolf am I feeding?

~ You are a mountain; thoughts are clouds.

A word, an idea, a moment.

~ a poem about individuation

~ Creating demands conviction.