Impossible

The moonlight is lost
behind the fog
and weightless clouds,
almost like my soul
as it gets mixed with emotions
and becomes a whirl
pool of anxiety and hatred
for the world
and the people around me.
Why must karma always strike in the wrong way
for the right reasons?
I understand
because I'm the creator,
the spinner of the wheel.
I need the courage
to turn it around
and blow wind
in the opposite direction.
I need the love
to build upon the heart,
the heart of all beings.
For without us,
it is nothing.
Imagine nothing existing,
as it can't.
You're so small.
What would be if there were no you and I?
What would become
of this sacred ground
we've named home?
Searching for the impossible
is inevitably,impossible.