posted on Sep, 3 2019 @ 01:50 AM
You always wondered why
I thought the emptiness of the abyss
Such a terrible thing.
Perhaps its because we're so different
For you, the darkness bleeds possibility-
Because you are endless
Full-to-burst-
And will not be denied.
But for me, the walls
Of silence shudder close
Around me and
I feel trapped
Buried
With the weight of stagnation upon me.
What is for you, the perfect canvas
Ends up, for me, a cell
Trapped by my own uncertainty.
Its because I'm falling down
But you're digging
I dread hitting bottom
While that is all you seek.
I just hope, either way
I can meet you there
At eternities worn center
Disk like, in fact,
And, hand in hand
We can leap through
To the greater adventure of
The unknown and unknowable.
And yet some part of me knows
The part of me which always does
When I think of you, the way you
So effortfully move through life
With so much more difficulty than I
And yet manage to progress in ways I've
Only dreamt of being mine.
But every time I think to give up
I feel you urging me- meditate!-
But instead of your voice, its mine,
Echoing in my own power,
Vibrations that you extended to me.
Which, if I pluck
Ever so gently,
I think I'll find
I can increase my own ability
And find- or follow- the way
You've managed to teach yourself.
I must enter myself-
I must creep into my own chamber
I must seduce my own inner nature
Must subdue my own dragon
Must release my own light.
And if, on these breaths
I so tentatively release
There is the stark taint of fear
So too, I release wonder.
I cannot fall
Will not, must not
Be content with
Anything less than
Divine grace,
Ability, and results.