Eternity is in love with the productions of time. William Blake

A Lantern to the Deeply Living

I am self-catalyzing

Containing the Teacher

Within

Reaping the sacrifice

To which I had offered

My blood:

That is,

The very beat

Of my burgeoning soul.

These bloodied jewels,

Hope crystallized

By patience

Into love

Seeking the Beloved

Within the pain,

And now I have

Found Her

Out of it,

But again inside

Myself:

No longer am I only

Half-revealed,

For my body shines

In the light

Of the returning

Sun.

And not only

Does the Child

Have a voice

But the Man,

As well:

The Man

Who contains all parts

And walks with

The Journeyer’s stick,

The Shaman’s drum,

The Warrior’s shield,

The King’s staff,

The chalice of the Priest

And the nakedness of the Lover:

I am self-catalyzing,

And so the love I draw to my open arms

Reflects that which I am ready to receive:

Great peace and passion,

The space to breathe the living air

Of my own sphere

Silver, gold and platinum threads

To bind close that which I love.

These are dangerous words,

The truth of who I am.

With the experienced innocence

Of the Bodhisattva

I speak them:

In a world where the gods are stripped

Of heart and cock

I offer the unity of these in myself,

Sometimes stumbling, often graceful

As a lantern to the deeply living.

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