Poignant Scenes of Destiny & Fate

In the burning light of Human endeavour

Which attempts to resolve all sorrow,

Have I disavowed my own individuality,

Decrying the process of sublimated individuation,

Which forfeits my alienation from the image of wholeness?

To fall, is to enter the darkness of turpitude,

Seeking redemption from a power that has

Seemingly forsaken me to the perils of 

Self-realised revelation ...

Continually, I crucify myself upon the cross

Of my own salvation,

Surrendering false identification

With archetypal instincts -

The Temptations of the Beatitudes

Echo around the chamber of my heart,

Distilled into incitation's of reflective guidance,

Which denounce the paradoxical destination 

Of the heavenly gate ...

Softly I tread upon the egoic stimulus

That defies this stolen mediocrity,

Plying all guile to the mill of futile

Denouncements of absolutism -

To walk upon this Earth

Is to be both Man and God,

Absorbed in the Gnosis of being

Tricked again and again by

The shapeshifting fool,

Disguised as both saviour and devil ...

Am I not the sum of the Holy Grail,

And all who seek it,

Dispersed upon the winds of change,

Degraded and made whole,

In equal measures of shame and joy?

To wit, I know not the way home,

Or what carriage 

Should carry me there,

Nor the myth that tells my tale -

I am humbled into ubiquitous submission

By the Harpies of indifferent suspicion and fear -

For I am lost and found,

Stranded and free,

Saved and disowned,

Swinging back and forth,

From one position to the other,

Spinning on the wheel of fire

That burns my soul in the

Transforming crucible of

Life, death and rebirth ...

If I should fail thee and inadvertently dupe thy heart,

Think well of the curses and foul deeds I carry,

The misbegotten tortures I have endured,

The incarcerations from the light of justice,

The abject poverty of rejections writ large

Upon this crippled body,

The broken-hearted betrayals

That rupture my optimistic countenance,

Depressing me into oblivion ...

In desperation, I approach the vanquished Eden

From both East and West 

Recapitulating my eternal quest -

Asking for forgiveness,

I lay my determined sword and shield

In front of the Cherubim guarded gates -

This turn I seek the Centre,

Balancing Air and Earth, Fire and Water

Till my cup is full to overflowing -

For I have tasted from the Tree of Knowledge

Without count -

Now I push on through to the Tree of Life,

To prostrate in gracious genuflection

To the Imago Dei,

To await judgement upon my unknown fate ...

There, its emissaries Sophia, Yahweh, Lucifer, Osiris, 

Christ and Melchizedek,

Sit in council, determining my destiny,

Out beyond this mortal coil,

Sprung tight around the highest throne,

Wreathed in an exalted reflection of luminous unity -

For love and light are forever intertwined,

In the distortions of manifestation and destruction,

Bequeathed from the Creator,

Fluxing in the contradiction and incongruities

Of its own image ...