NO
Those are not carefully packed sacks
Full of rocks,
Judgments and regrets
Tied firmly around my scrotum
Prince Albert-ed
Around my neck
HOW DARE YOU
Try to tell me those illusions
That ensue me
Might actually
despite
My heroic lifelong battle
To evade and elude them
Be tangible or true
That my warrior like will to persevere
To engage in a shirking
Battle with my Atelophobic fears
Might be some sort of
Time stealing, Fools errand.
And that I may have actually
Unintentionally created them,
That they might only be smokey intrusions
Like A magicians slight of hand
Creating trickery and delusion
Not the arguable realness of the fears you see,
Just my ability to
Own them
Acknowledge them
Transmute them into some elevated
Or even reasonable part of me
Hmm,
Than what might be in
This scratchy itchy burlap bag
Full of anchors
Lead weights and
Despicable rancors
That I blame for occasionally holding my head
And nostrils just below the breaking whitecaps
If there not really there, would that make me crazy
Holding sanity by a tattered bootstrap
And what of this peripheral pillowcase
Full of habits
Addictions, projections and
Historically poor predispositions
That I treat so gingerly,
To ignore,
to not disturb or awaken
To keep them sedated from my awareness
that leaves me breathless
More often foolish and careless
Wait, Hold on here
One just escaped
squirmed its way into the clear!
I remember that one from when I was a kid
It lived in the corners,
And under my bed
I incubated it with juvenile terror
And frankenstien-ishly brought it to life,
And now its plagued me
Pursued me,
Like the dark
Chasing light
And now upon a second reflection,
Now that it’s exposed, and I take an improved look
Its terrifying cartoonish appearance,
I think
Yes I may,
Have gotten that persona from a book
It’s just a humble young memory
Seeking proper attention
Childlike,
no malice or
wrongful intention
As I acknowledge it
Let it go
I feel somewhat nimbler
And lighter
Could this be true?
Possibly,
Lets see if I intentionally release another
Is it now coming clearer into view
That these baskets of collected conglomerations
Gravity dense luggage’s full of debilitating beliefs
Misconstrued reminiscences
Misunderstood ruminations
Begging only for a breath of light
My Loving acknowledgement
And a merciful conflagration
Have I potentially had it all backwards
Gotten it all wrong?
That when I journey to sleep
I actually awaken
And conversely return to maya slumber
In the reversed waking moments
In the breaking of dawn
That these heavy bags and baskets
Carriers and sacks
Are only alarms clocks to my reality?
a restless stirring to my emergence,
my divine lucidity?
Agreed to,
Cosmic Training weights on my back
When I shed and release them
My wings do unfold
And ill appreciate flight
Far better
Courageous and bold
As I complete my ascending journey
Towards wholeness
Towards truth
In The sacred fires of attachment burning
Yes!
Ill claim all this baggage, for a moment
And not one second more
For if owning them
Actually releases them
Than strike a match
Lets be sure
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