Voyage of Forgetting
The moment’s significance eludes
me,
Yet relieved, I find myself
alone,
Here on the dark shore
Of an eternal ocean of
night
Gazing out to sea.
Behind me wrestle phantom
gods.
A lazy, shady island of yesterdays and
tomorrows-
The commemorative monument
To the scrolling of my
dreams.
My mind’s skin-
An old and familiar coat.
An illusory cocoon of
contentment,
The mirage of cold
disappointment.
A masochistic mind field of
traps
Sprung by my traitorous
senses.
Wherein dance friends and
foes
Wearing plastic masks of
circumstance.
Their dim lights and fading cries
ignored.
Weary of the bitter
aftertaste,
The stench upon the mind.
I loose my grip
Upon this festering isle of prolonged
psychosis,
Where self consuming
habits
Slowly devour me whole.
Half wakefulness
Backs me against this chameleon's
nest.
It’s fickle coast crumbling beneath my
feet.
My dozing eyes question the
eternal,
Silent stars shout their secrets in
reply.
I quaff a cool freshness of
opportunity
For the very first time.
Casting my small raft of
longing
Out into the unknown, I climb aboard.
Making haste with the oar of
intention,
I skirt the horror of
stagnation;
Of drifting in the
doldrums,
Devoid of direction and
purpose.
Beyond the glowing horizon
I sense a new dawn.
A true dawn of great
meaning.
A golden role in a great
tapestry,
Now glimpsed and
propositioned,
Appearing subtly, as though
veiled
By my own past.
Waves of timeless depths plumb beneath
me
As I float in the velvet void of all
actions.
I bridge the scattered
worlds,
Surrounded by the watchful
ghosts
Of all possibilities,
The builders of universes.
From this dark hour of
uncertainty
The horizon smiles and rises to meet
me.
Rose pink reassurance of its tender
morning
Kissing my face, penetrating my
soul,
Dissolving the ballast of
confusion.
Propelled forward by the imminence of
discovery
Of a continent of
realisation,
I am drawn into the welcoming arms
Of a silky shore,
And to a virgin awakening.
Beached into total care.
Before me a new vision
unfolds,
Mountains of clarity, fresh with love’s honey
dew
And a sunrise of eternity
Stretching as far as the heart can
see.
I taste the grandeur.
It’s pulse and energy infuse me with blissful
gratitude.
Eyes wide, I survey this higher
ground
Of unconditioned freedom.
Naked and unfettered, mind laid
bare,
I perceive the aeons in the golden
sands.
Finally my eager efforts are rewarded
With the ripe fruits of rich
understanding.
Vivified and satiated,
All significance occurs.
Yet turning to peruse my voyage of
passage
I sense the tethering chain of
familiarity
Still binding me tightly to my island of
loneliness
Distant in the darkness through which I’d
come.
No ground covered, no ocean
crossed,
Yet the journey I make
Is the greatest of all.
Is this cardinal destination my journey’s
end,
Or the inception of a greater
odyssey?
The fruits of this bountiful
land
Are the secrets that sever
The bonds of
preconception,
And in abundance they rain about
me
As cascades of priceless
jewels.
With great vigour I partake of this
mana
And await my own personal
forgetting,
Contemplating the sorrowful
enigma,
That it is only sticky
familiarity
That binds us all to our own small island of infinite
sorrows.
