Waking,
To The Force
Of the cold Early spring morning’s
Rain,
Wind,
Pelting,
Thrusting,
Against these sturdy
Mostly-wooden walls,
Warmed by creaking
Whistling hot water,
Rushing
Through the house’s veins

I dream of
Shedding
All fearful thoughts,
Releasing
My hellish ensnarement,
In an unconsciously adopted
Identification,
With A Projected
Hegemonic Masculinity

By countless generations,
Of Galactically stupefied
Men,
Confusing
Narcissism for Manhood,
Like Achilles’ heel,
The hero’s hamartia
Limits his bearing strength,
All but Guaranteeing,
His inevitable and
Portended Tragic
End

That I may embrace
My divine inheritance,
Abiding
Deep within:
The tenderness of twilight
The brilliance of a star,
The sustenance of solitude
The beauty of a flower,
The genuity of the aged
The mettle of a child,
The freedom of the out-breath
The power,
in the present’s
possibilities

All Urging
My deliverance,
From loveless cold despair,
In life’s cocoon
Of fear-based habits,
Of struggling ego’s aimless ends
Of sabotage by solution-forcing
Of unduly seeking night’s Revenge,
In Rage’s,
Cradling,
Oblivion

Choosing
Movement
Shifting
Thinking,
Outward
Toward Light’s peace,
Fearlessly Grateful for
Deus Ex Machina:
The percipient raging impulse
To Destroy,
All manner Of disingenuity
And escapist release,
Like a petulant child,
Taking joy
In annihilation,
Of his building-block
masterpiece

Forced now to sit
With raw emotion,
With mighty urge
Now, to flee,
I’ve come to know
Mind’s monkeying nature,
My essential goodness,
And Fear’s confrontability

As time ticks forward
I Sense the glimmer,
The Master’s Stroke within:
At long last,
Epiphanic Revelation!
True Self Authentic!!
Kaleidoscopic Spontaneity
Breathed into me