Munch-Petersen, Gustaf what is there

what is there

what is there
but eternal giving away
of yourself,
and eternal being born
anew to yourself -?
what is there
but millions of strange gods
in the sea, in the sun,
in the air,
gods and gods and gods,
dangerous and sometimes mild -?
what is there
but thousands of loves
in wombs, in hearts,
in the earth,
love and love and love,
murderous and sometimes like bread -?
what is there
but eternally being too weak
and eternally being stronger
than yourself -?