Vanquished

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)