Midnight Divine

Floes seem to importantly convey life’s significance With my frozen calm core Transiting midnight depths,
In some universe a foolish gull dives into arctic flows I thought certain death and I suppose Permanent preservation
Yet beneath waters, if warmed deeply with loving, And tender (absolutely terrific) Destruction. With that destruction we might find Following is wisdom

“It is not mysterious emptiness,” I tell my Outer Self Which, frozen in place, Tries to dream of breathable air.

Why possibly do I consider a dive? After everything, a brutally dogged seed exists Inside, divinity.
Shocking freezing midnight mystery is Actually terrible treasures. I am learning, I am trying to learn, I am trying To try to learn to see differently. Can I see that this terror is love?
Divinity morphs terrors With love into their like (love) and this was all Always me
Afloat with wisdom I take refuge to breathe, Committing to dive again and to seek still.
Metallic dissonant brass shimmers in my core, Reverberating in what, Again, I try to try to see differently.
To integrate the oscillations of spirit And become more of myself. All of myself.
What is reason enough to dive into that frozen midnight? Seeking Divine Self