In its awakening self, the season now gives birth
To moments needing molding into perfection
Like a lover’s promise
Through its mists you seek
To embrace the freshness
That bursts forth with magnificence
As you connect with your present being
You release your sails toward the outward bound
Looking for a new faith that will lead you on
Into the un-traversed territories
Where old fears and desires clatter to the ground
And wish you good luck to dig deeper within
For that which – all along – you sought outside
Making you forget the kingdom of the gods is inside you
So, you start off, once again
Free of the poisonous contradictions
That gathered like dust about your mortal self
Cluttering the essence of your being
Gently, with grace, the season of faith’s cataclysm unfolds
And fills your spirit as a loud whisper breaks forth: There’s the light! There’s the light! There’s the light!
Shrouds of darkness
Fall away like dry fish scales from your eyes
Then something new sprouts from your depths
A song. A faith. A glimmer.
Out of the mud of your being, the lotus unveils itself
Bathed in its light, you’re born again
Then the way opens, accepting you gracefully.
And you discover: it was never in the sky
But in your heart –
In that middle path, you bloom
Dispelling the monkey sounds of the past
An illumination rises from within
And sheds light on things which
You had never seen before.
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