Existence

[Aish]

My first poem. As with all esoteric poetry, it's meaning is hidden and subjective. Written after 5 months of studying eastern thought, western philosophy, and a few direct experiences which hold deep value for me.
All feedback welcome.


Existence

Pure solace, I'm not keen on your opening, It seems that solace would be the overall result of the poem/experience, not the launch point.
I surrender and become He.

Outwards is inwards,
Both are neither. It feels like 'inwards is outwards' should be interjected between these two lines.

I am the mirror to my reflections,
Only when to breathe is to die,
Will my eyes be wide.

The source is alive within itself,
Not the contained,
Nor the container,
that which watches both.

Where fire and water find middle ground
Where to be full is to be empty,
Where the purest logic is nonsense, and
Where indifference pierces the heart of distinction. These 3 strophes seem to me an attempt to relay the state of consciousness at which the tension point of paradox is rectified. IMO it comes across more like reading Cliff's notes than imparting wisdom. The piece ends here for me.

The world so small, This is a different vein entirely. You shift back into a physical sheath.
It’s mountains, the toes,
The veil on the cage,
The mind sews.

Summers brightest lights,
Winters heaviest snows,
Still, black nights,
Nature;
the souls clothes

Return,
Brother.
For ours,
Is a house of forgiveness.

Welcome to the Pig, Hulk.