Salt

From the shadows

of depression,

tears stream down

my forehead,

blurring my vision,
flowing over my dry lips,

quenching my thirst

for being.

But even a tear of pain or sadness

contains the spice

which enhances,

gives flavor,

satisifies.

Hidden in every challenge

the quarks of being blaze,

illumining one step

striding into the next.

Hidden behind the smiling mask,

within the universe of dark matter

beats a glowing star,

the blazing soul.

Here is our only safety,

our real salvation.

Rest in the glow.

agd