26 September 2012
What would happen if you committed
100% of your being
to the call of spirit?
How would it change
the passing of your days,
the reality you see,
the person you are?
What stands in your way
to be all that you
were meant -
have potential -
to be?
Why is pursuing
the greatness inside us
like standing on a cliff
and taking a step into thin air?
How do we step back
from our fears
long enough
to allow spirit?
to see our own
potential?
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Why is my foot so heavy?
I try to lift it to take that step,
but it feels as concrete.
Again, I curse the fragility of my faith,
the cowardliness that stands unmoving
in the path of my
becoming.
'Why must you perseverate
on this "becoming"?' asks my fear.
'Why can't you just be happy
with that which you see
in the mirror?
You, really, are no more than that.'
'These dreams of yours
are just that, dreams.
What purpose do they serve,
except as fodder for the depression
that ensues when you
juxtapose them to your reality?'
'Step back from the cliff.
Don't risk.
Let me, your fear, guide you to safety.
Slip into my arms
and feel the peace
of non-movement,
un-being,
stilled thought,
non-existence.
'Yes, there is a price to pay,
namely the search for
the "All" you so vehemently
avow exists.
But you'll see upon reflection,
it was always
just an illusion.'
'In return for this small price,
I give you quiet;
an end to your fruitless search
for meaning;
a blanket to drape over your mind
so you don't have to think
anymore;
safety;
security.'
'It's your choice.
I offer it to you
every day
in the panic that hides just below the surface,
each night
in the sweats that break your sleep.
'I'll always be here.'
'I come clad as
your doubts,
your rationale,
your panic.'
'You need only
step back from the cliff,
let your foot fall back upon the earth,
stop dreaming,
stop reaching,
stop believing.'
'That's all I ask.'
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