THE FEATHER Yes, there is joy even here Self See with new eyes today, That which has always been here Within the real and the true, The unseen unnoticed chaos, The infinite deep fractal beauty, Rendered invisible by your tyranny of fear, dullness and sleep Let us wake up Self, From the night of mere survival and accomplishment, Into the dawn of a shared seeing Make separate that which you must, But let the falseness of these merely useful illusions, Be the only certainty For it is the chaos flowing within and without, Absorbed without thought, That gives rise to new illusions Dwell with me in this space, Between chaos and the things you make separate, And I will hold your hurt I will love you fiercely And you may return to me again and again and again For you never were, And can never be, Abandoned. Alone. I am with you always I am you and you are me We are love itself You are loved Self
Photo: “The Feather”, Lance Gatlin, Dhamma Medini, New Zealand, 2020