How many have only
Peeked between trepidatious fingers
At the dewy outline of their greatness
Through the madhouse mirror of expectation,
Only to clasp again their countenance closed:
A buffer against wild yet puissant fate?
In delirium of split intent
A frenzy of soul pummeled by stone
Or, contrariwise, the rocky prism's levitation,
Unfoldment of a cosmic scrimmage vigorous
Looping through teleportation of blooms rarefied or
Reduced to star-ash compacted into gems,
Sewn on a star sash frilled with a wry fringe.
We are the results of and the fodder for that dull singe:
The slow roast of hypergenetic intelligence by
Invisible energy rays lancing through the pores of atoms,
The excitation of micromolecular structure transmuting
Base grains into precious spirit-satin.
Thin radiation projecting through a skull dome
Becomes the nascent home of subconscious yearning.
Desire swells spongelike or retracts into its shell:
A personal cavern for the contemplation of terror
& a buttress against the nothingness wherein
Hope plots subtle routes to penetrate its defenses.
How many only glance
At the cavern's entrance during nightmare,
Remaining in the world of frothing scoria to sear away
Year after year of joy and pain eluding the extremes
Through myopia of vision, unimaginative, unable
To see but the vague tenor of their greatness
That is poised to be resuscitated
By breath of soul's intent?
Notes
In my observation, although many are afraid of failure, they are subconsciously much more terrified of their potential to achieve greatness. In part, because it requires the acknowledgement of the suspicion that we have only been operating at a fraction of our ability for so long. (Though as we discover, since the hypothetical is unreal, it has all been the preparation for our emergence from our cocoon.) Of course, I speak, as we all do, primarily from my own experience. The saying that "youth is wasted on the young" can refer to the aimlessness of the volatile energy one possesses in adolescence and early adulthood.
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Choice is such a vital aspect of our reality. There is endless possibility in how our lives may play out, depending upon our actions. Again we are in that paradoxical position of feeling helpless at the mercy of potent cosmic forces, yet somehow also being the very stuff that the universe is composed of and the fuel for its development. We also see that the distance between our greatest nightmares and most ecstatic dreams is not so great after all. The emphatic polarities of life beckon us to seek the comprehension of their mediation through our awareness.
. Wishing you much balance,
in thankfulness for our communion—
@d-pend