Monakhos

The circle, infinite.
Like life
transitions from one phase
to the next.
Where do they start or begin?

Infinite transitions,
each so minuscule
no one can see the change.

One to two to three—
Ice to water to vapor—
In this way I started.

Inner manifestations breaking free.
Becoming who I am,
ever more refined and purified.
The fires of experience—
lifetimes of them—
push in one direction.
Each tiny movement pushing toward the goal.

I am here now.
What will I become next?
The caterpillar becomes the butterfly.
So too, I must emerge.

But to what end?
Shall I meander aimlessly without a guide?
No, my spirit is my guide.
She knows the path I travel.
Transcendent above all, she will guide me.

People ask if I am this or if I am that.
They don’t understand that I am nothing
and everything.

31 July 2010

judgements
like neutrinos
pass through me

27 July 2010

freedom
destroy longing
refresh