Thread: Self:R.E.Craig

Self-
is the fulcrum of man's cruel existence.
The zenith in the cosmos,of his mouldering soul.
Self-
is the spring that onward'ly drives him .
The path of his highway,the light of his day.
Self-
is the torch;that blind-fully guides him.
The chord that garottes,and wilfully binds him.
Self-
is the ship that sails on his ocean.
The cargo inside him,the death in his hold.
Self-
is the spirit,that comforts and soothes him.
The thing that atones and quietly deludes him.
Self-
is the building;but sand the foundation.
The roots of his being,the tree of his death.
Self,
is the tide that caresses and loves him.
But self is the deep,which skilfully drowns him!
By R.E.Craig

captures well the conflict of the constructive and destructive elements constantly at odds within each of us.