Poem written one line per day throughout the month of May 2018, inspired by The Fountain Tarot
I ride the full fury of the seas but I am not of them,
taking many paths at once, embracing contradiction.
I am not seduced by the false promise of clear direction,
nor by the glitter of easy happiness.
The lure of possession leads to prideful self belief;
I eschew it for a greater power, a greater Light,
balancing tension, as true beauty births from paradox.
To believe too fully in the power of the intellect is to be cornered by reason;
I have known instead the wonder of an uncapturable, wordless Truth.
Gladly I will spend myself in the fires of self discovery,
for strength lies not in the taming of the beast but in the befriending of its wisdom.
I have learned not to fear the pain of difference or the illusion of separation,
building castles of meaning that exist alone within the mind.
My heart is full, but not with the siren song of attachment;
the glory that calls to me cannot be held or hoarded.
All that can be known will pass into shadow
and I shall spend but moments in the glory of the sun.
The great miracle of Being emerges only when I leave behind the known and tread with daring into
the invisible and intangible,
in the knowledge that the storms of life cannot touch that which is truly mine.
Forever hidden from my sight, Love yet reveals itself through the light of all it touches,
as from wilderness springs the shelter of all that is needful.
I am ablaze within the flow of the Universe, which passes through and becomes me,
and as I look back, the world of material things seems insubstantial, filled with darkness,
a prison around which green things grow in wild profusion.
I do not ask what may come but stand in the radiance of a unique destiny,
embracing the pain and possibility of all that I can be.
I leap in both fear and trust from the precipice of my imagination,
borne aloft on the blaze of the creative unknown.
There, in the emptiness, that knows no foundation, no ceiling, I find a storehouse of riches;
ever-changing as its energies balance and re-form at the fingertips of my desire,
the desire for each separateness to stand alone and proud in its beauty, even as it offers itself
unstinting to the infinite mosaic of Life.
I ride the full fury of the seas but I am not of them,
taking many paths at once, embracing contradiction.
I am not seduced by the false promise of clear direction,
nor by the glitter of easy happiness.
The lure of possession leads to prideful self belief;
I eschew it for a greater power, a greater Light,
balancing tension, as true beauty births from paradox.
To believe too fully in the power of the intellect is to be cornered by reason;
I have known instead the wonder of an uncapturable, wordless Truth.
Gladly I will spend myself in the fires of self discovery,
for strength lies not in the taming of the beast but in the befriending of its wisdom.
I have learned not to fear the pain of difference or the illusion of separation,
building castles of meaning that exist alone within the mind.
My heart is full, but not with the siren song of attachment;
the glory that calls to me cannot be held or hoarded.
All that can be known will pass into shadow
and I shall spend but moments in the glory of the sun.
The great miracle of Being emerges only when I leave behind the known and tread with daring into
the invisible and intangible,
in the knowledge that the storms of life cannot touch that which is truly mine.
Forever hidden from my sight, Love yet reveals itself through the light of all it touches,
as from wilderness springs the shelter of all that is needful.
I am ablaze within the flow of the Universe, which passes through and becomes me,
and as I look back, the world of material things seems insubstantial, filled with darkness,
a prison around which green things grow in wild profusion.
I do not ask what may come but stand in the radiance of a unique destiny,
embracing the pain and possibility of all that I can be.
I leap in both fear and trust from the precipice of my imagination,
borne aloft on the blaze of the creative unknown.
There, in the emptiness, that knows no foundation, no ceiling, I find a storehouse of riches;
ever-changing as its energies balance and re-form at the fingertips of my desire,
the desire for each separateness to stand alone and proud in its beauty, even as it offers itself
unstinting to the infinite mosaic of Life.