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A Misdirected Passion

…In a wholly senseless dream

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Death of the body is nothing
Death of the mind is all
Death of the deathly mind
That seeks to know itself in form

Death of the heartless body
That suffers, falls and dies
Is nothing to deciding to
Awake from deathly lies

My mind is dead already
All I see is war
Conflicting tongues pull out their guns
Travail: the body’s law

Attacked, I am attacking
Or this I wouldn’t see
Beneath my mask of smiles
The darkness hides my murdering

My mind it is the murderer
My eyes perceive the form
Of ancient grievances
That propagate what’s earthly born

Destruction is the engine
This entrenched, deluded mind
Is desperate to presume control
Of what it cannot find

So death is my salvation
Whichever way I die
Death of the body serves the mind
That wants to stay in time

But what I choose to kill
Marks out the different paths I’m shown
A murderer I’ll be
Whichever way I choose to go

And death will feel the same
Whichever way around I die
The difference only
Death once or another thousand times

And so I make my choice
Within the dreaming of the world
I choose to die to death
And all its extraneous forms

I choose to see the minds
That are at war within my own
As one conglomeration
One single form, my home

And as I enter into
Each and every one I see
As I receive them, cellularly
Energetically

They penetrate my being
With their anger and their fear
Every attack I’m humbled to
Receive and hold so dear

As they become the one
That stood here, separate and alone
The death of all their dying
That I’d savoured in my tomb…

Becomes our sacred joining
As the two become the same
The million-bodied one
Is sanctified within my heart again

And as the phoenix rises
From the mighty mountain side
Her wings translucent fire
And her scream a wakening cry

The souls that cried within my own
Released to freedom’s shore
Their own decision reigns
But this true gift remains for all

That there is nothing left
Of space and time and putrid form
That into the immensity
Of holy life we’re born

We stand upon the parapet
Infinite space below
We sense the rushing of the wind
Into the void we flow

And, falling, we can understand
The body’s ever been
A misdirected passion
In a wholly senseless dream

The Railings of My Cell

Finding my way to the beginning

Image by Begoña Carreres — used with permission | The author retains all rights and permissions for the use of this image

I beat upon the railings of my cell
When I discovered them
I found the walls that kept me
In my self-constructed hell
I walked the steps that then appeared
And met the maker of my show
The self that I’d projected
Onto God and onto you as well

I’d sailed within the darkness
And beneath the sunshine’s balmy glow
Until I’d brought the storms that raged
And fought the battle with my foe
The self that is deluded
And determined to be bound
Attacks with rabid vengeance
As my cries to freedom sound

The depths of my discovery
That haunted me these live-long years
The clues, so reprehensible
To all that tried to keep me here
In chains of insecurity
The fear of being free
Of being light and magnitude
The power I now see

You can’t beat a cacophony
Upon the walls that keep you bound
Until you have discovered them
And know where they are found
You can’t confront the God you made
Your maker can’t defy
Until you find him standing
Deep within your self-fuelled lies

You cannot choose escape
Until you understand you’re bound
Can’t cast a restless beat upon your bars
Until they’re found
So make the mission of your life
(The quest will serve you well)
To find the edge of what you’ve made
The railings of your cell

Because of You

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Finding the courage to give

Sunlight streaming through the trees onto a sheltered glade
Author image, thanks to NightCafe AI Art Generator

Because of you it opens
Because of you they come,
They hear the call to witness to
The ever pulsing drum

They hear the call to action
In their hearts, so blessed be,
And they determine to become
The light they see in thee

They come because they’re hungry
For what you have to serve,
The crops that you’ve been nourishing
Within your sacred verve

The spirit you have hearkened to
Each time that you have called,
Intrepid, to the warrior 
That tears apart your walls

In fearlessness we stride ahead
Through valleys dark and drear,
Amassing to our side
The hearts that rise amidst their fear

And heartened, blunder onward 
Though the path seems dark between
The glorious gentle openings
That in their souls still sing

We rise amidst security
Of knowing we are free,
In spite of the hallucinations
Haunting all our dreams

In spite of darkness clinging to
The self we knew before,
Our gentleness is conquering
The battle lines we’d drawn

Between the misty nothings
Of our hearts, so troubled through
Complexities of passion,
Contradictions to the truth

Between the old ideas 
Of reality, that sown 
Into the seams of royal robes
Had seemed to occupy our thrones

Because of you they’re torn apart 
And thrown upon the floor,
Their power disacknowledged
In the heart that looks for more

Because of you the souls 
Who had been struggling in the whelm,
Return to power, beauty, sentience:
Their rightful realm