Life is a wound
But you can make it bearable
Make it feel enjoyable

All life is bearable
It only came out from a wound
So purely craving to exist
It tunnelled through the matter’s skin

Most life has to rip the surface
Of the matrix it was held inside…
It shoots out from the water
Breaches from the stone
It tears the shell apart,
Pulls out from the wombs

Most life has to rip the surface
To receive the light
Most life has to pierce in its race
To deceive the night

Within its nature itself,
Life is an open sore
It’s breathing in bleeds
Out through any pore

And you can see it tragical
Or you can sense a miracle
How we all came out from a wound

How we all came out from a wound

Which never scars, nor is immured
It is alive, it is injured.

(Painting by Pierre Soulages)