perhaps one day
maybe soon
i'll eat my way out of this chrysalis
.. transformed
embeautied in the Image
..
most of my life has been eating, consuming
trying to fill me
almost instinctively ..
the soul of me famished
adventuresome
wanting some thing i didn't have
.. dreaming
..
enamored with mountains and rivers and forests and creatures and horses and guns and indians and trekking and discovery ..
all the while pining for some thing i didn't have
building my chrysalis
hard, thick-walled hibernatory
protecting me from the outworld
sealing me in ..
my personal lifechamber
insulating
shielding
fortressing ..
hiding
there i lived
blacked-out
blocking-out the assaults, the confrontations, the aggressions, the pressures to fit-in, the requirements to succeed, the relentless drag into religion - the forced fit into a tiny hole where the 'righteous' live and move and be all by their cliquish self ..
culted
that culting formed a tall and ominous standard, smooth as glass with no footholds, no edges to grip, no secure lines .. nothing to admit my climb
i barely moved upward, fell back many times ..
scaling the damned edifice was near impossible
the only way up in the eyes of the glaring was makebelieve, a twisted conviction of the mind, a pretention that dressed my soul to look like, talk like, think like the other climbers, looking for acceptance, fit, noble otherworldly denial, Babel in my own time
while Divine looks on thinking " confound it! another Tower to Heaven .. "
..
i could never ever make that CooCooHeaven
so cocoon ..
..
in my chrysalis i hide
waiting for the water to break
the Spirit to come gushing out
hot washing all over
baptizing my lostness
shattering the glass
breaking hardness
my secure lines cut
falling
falling
drawing-in GodBreath
..
wings gradually unfurl
as hot baptismal Breath drips, drip
sweet nectar
.. first one wing
brilliant colors unfurl - jasper and sapphire and agate and emerald and onyx and carnelian and beryl and topaz and chrysoprase and jacinth and amethyst ..
stretch
reach
out
exciting
aching from the cramp
cramped from my safetycoon ..
loose now
now .. for the other ..
then
then the let-go
the final loose
fall
flip
spread
glide
wings move
catch the Wind
go
leave
go
over there!
then there
maybe all the way out there ..
maybe
finally !
breaking out of my chrysalis
into my Christness
freedom !
reborn
by the Wind
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