The Lotus Awakes
A poem about self-metamorphosis

I have been a wanderer longing hungry, fasting without food, water, or way out from the shadows of my ignorance as I cling to spiderweb hopes upon my barren walls and desolate forest howling wolves without end.
I have been a dreamer, longing to grasp the ground of being reality’s laws and her quantum secrets To free my mind from the Self, To enter that nonbeing domain Where I’m not fragmented, jealous, or afraid like all the prophets who could see with eyes closed The infinite possibilities within the finite being the grains of sand that fell in the infinite spiral where the light-eaters dwell Expansion without end chaos within a breath harmony within raindrops upon the windowpane of an old forgotten house.
From the image and reality between the You and the Me a place between the tulip lips to oxygen bonds The place between the morning kisses and midnight remorse. Between the fires of hell and the light of heaven I exist in the aftermath of an eternal revolution the rebellion of gods within my consciousness the fall of demons within my soul, plunders the desires of beggars and the failed dreams of the old.
Where one is all a piece enfolds the whole equations etched in tree rings mathematics sought in fires ash and shooting stars fireflies ballet in grasslands sway I know, infinity now in the hawk's desperate call as my spirit writes, words and lines, as wild as an ocean’s squall.
© Bradley J Nordell 2020
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