Creation, Destruction

Today is different than usual. A thousand unspoken thoughts have come free, unloosed, unlimited. Sleep transforms the mind into openness. But this is not desired, is it? Rather, destruction seduces. An undefeatable urge. Creation, life, burns the mind. An excruciating flame. Destruction is the water thirsted for to quench this fire. But this is false; as long as something can burn, it must. Laugh among the flames, for there is nothing better. These flames that are not flames, these flames that are themselves a water, a healing, a loving. Burn and drink for life. Feel the light of the sun, soak up the life-giving properties of a stream. The lust for ruin proves quenchable.