Purified Intention

 

the dream of the self has many rooms

it is a huge dwelling, an undertaking, a wide expansive canyon

where you cannot see from one end to another

the space is ever unfolding, sometimes caving in on itself

and in those times, you must sit tight at the center

expressing all you can get out of you, taking in nourishment

finding wisdom where before there was only exhaustion

finding truth where before there was only pretense

you might love this dream of self, you might

believe in it wholeheartedly

but the rapture that comes is complete as well

it consumes all of you and sends you back to 

a sacred origin, to source energy, to purified intention.

you teach yourself in this dream, over and over 

about impermanence, but it is only a concept until 

you are folded back in on yourself

in order to make a new being, sorting out along the way

what is temporary and what is eternal, these questions pull at you

you are created and creator

you destroy and will be destroyed

your mortal dreaming has its power, its holiness

but as a mortal, you only see in a limited manner,

you only know and are known within the confines of your dreaming

and limitations but it is beautiful. it is terrifying. 

I will be holding your hand, the whole time. 

when we meet; we rise up,

swelling with deep recognition until we almost burst

giving thanks as humbly as we can

giving thanks for new solid ground on which to stand.