"Existence is an ocean."
The body is a vessel, this life is a sea.
God brings the winds that fill its sails,
But it's captain is only me.
Other ships may come and fire against us
My crew may plot a mutiny,
If succeed they do, and if I lose
My ship goes down with me.
No one else will tell me how,
Or why, or what, or when.
Till the sea swallows us up,
And it's waters birth us anew.
Till I say good bye, the final time,
And sail those seas again.
I wrote this in 2015, it is one of my first poems. Here is the foreword.
We as human beings are in control of our minds and especially our destination on the voyage of existence. They can fire cannons against you, strip away your flesh, break you down, but nobody can take away who you are(your souls identity, your consciousness) because that is beyond the physical world and their reach. You cannot measure or catalog someones thoughts, you can measure the electrical activity of the brain itself, but you cant measure the content of what the electrical activity is producing. So I believe when we are swallowed up by the end of what we think is existing, the universe(ocean) absorbs our conscious existence back into itself and recycles that energy(our souls) back out again
