Falling to my knees.
Crushed to my very essence.
Grind me to dust.
Scatter my elements.
Empty me of me.
Divide me into past and future
In the netherworld of now,
Until nothing remains.
I will grasp
Only at the void.
Buffeted by gales of opposition,
I am now a bare branch
On a wild ocean,
Stripped of bark,
White as bone.
I drift and search for safe harbor
In the tempest, but know I must
Find it in the placidity of myself.
Nothing external, nothing,
Can help me now.
I search crests of
Waves and horizons
For divinity and pray
Between the heaves
Of storm.
In my mind, I see
The star inside the cut apple,
The shimmering stone
In the shattered geode,
The shaft of sunlight in the breach.
One drives hard into life and splits open.
One shifts and morphs
Into shapes not yet known. Disaster? Perhaps.
Yet the elemental murk from which
You sprang remains.
The Godhead speaks:
Compassion and Truth
Will guide you, push you
Down the coast,
Provide comfort in this cold, blue light.
Grind me down.
Scatter me
To the elements.
In my dissolution
Will come my salvation.
(October 2010)
