The boys meander finding places to hide
Coming together at nighttime near the bonfires
That cast shadows on ruined buildings.
No school, no work, distant families -
They come together out of loneliness.
They are young enough to feel
The lifeblood of heaven
And sensitive enough to feel
The sting of the submerged hells.
They live on the crust of hell
Still able to rejoice in the sky.
They do not look much beyond
Food and shelter and friendships.
These boys growing into manhood
Need to find their places of love.
When home is a wilderness on the edges of a city
And there is little structure and purpose to each day,
The yearning continues to build
For the peace of good love and good work,
The double helix of happiness.
A Recovery Blog
This blog is about my continuing recovery from severe mental illness. I celebrate this recovery by continuing to write, by sharing my music and artwork and by exploring Buddhist ideas and concepts. I claim that the yin/yang symbol is representative of all of us because I have found that even in the midst of acute psychosis there is still sense, method and even a kind of balance. We are more resilient than we think. We can cross beyond the edge of the sane world and return to tell the tale. A deeper kind of balance takes hold when we get honest, when we reach out for help, when we tell our stories.