Inner Light
he enters through his forest, the world; yet, he claims no land as owner nor custodian- he treads upon this plane as if it were his birthright and so it is. he has prepared as much as one can for his return into the world and does not settle for the old arguments of being in it or of it; transcendence goes beyond the societal proffered versions of choice, which is part of his why…
depolarization…the end of differentiation and assimilation
from room to room he travels, rejoining and unraveling the world that screams for obeisance, yet gives none; he silently whispers in deference, and they realize in wonder that this does not mean their demands are met; hollow are their throats and hearts, crumbling is their understanding of a life hyper-fed in bits and tetras…
reality has arrived in his cloak and motes of stardust fill their eyes
he feels and thinks in a theme of some forgotten song that gives cadence to his sure step; he has balanced near death with learning, heightened his skill and found compassion for his own demons in less than a fortnight- strength supersedes pride, knowing casts light on the dark of ignorance which writhes away in wide-eyed fear…
he is of necessity, and the world does not know it’s own needs:
his inner light shall not purify you
his inner light shall not release your transgressions
his inner light certainly isn’t eternal life
his inner light is there only to ignite yours
tread but do not follow; you’re not ready until you’re ready
chriswwriter@2017
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