it’s all such a perfect crescendoing weaving

spiraling

snaking

path of enlightenment

each pointed moment a purposeful pivot

adjusting

causing

effecting

the gratitude of relief

a gracefully bestowed inspiration

a knowing blooming

a vision emerging from the void

there was nothing

just work work work

clear

heal

witness

allow

let go

work work work

learn to be gentle with yourself

become prayer held in a temple of flesh

how humbling

to have been held hostage at the threshold

and freed at last by a slight shift of weight

forward

onto the next creation

the subtleties of such a transformation

i have been granted a wealth of experience

doubt faith wound and shadow

purposelessness

nothingness

and godhood

an intimate caress through the valley of death

I am reborn anew into angelic dust