In-Transcend
By Yasmine Galenorn
Stride to the edge, enter the void
Jump off the cliff into new territory
Shut my eyes and hope for the best
It's a long way down and that
first step is a killer.
Time to risk all.
I might fall on stalagmites
Or jagged rocks covered in barnacles
Or I might land in the froth of
ocean waves
Or maybe even a life boat.
But I have to go, one way or another.
No choice now, accept the inevitable
Life moves on and cycles turn
The Wheel spins half circle
I wake, my heart breathes fire.
Crisp white-comma black
The dark half of the moon ascends
Full circle dividing
Dark and light in turmoil, fighting
Opposites meet, but never complement.
Both necessary for wholeness.
Wear it on a ring or in a necklace
Or tattoo it on my body to remind me
That what the hippies claimed in
the sixties
Belonged not to them nor their generation
But to the world. An icon mirrors
The wrestling match of universality.
Life moves on and cycles turn
The Wheel stretches me on the rack
Masks shatter, long freeze over.
Live in whispered shouts
A narrow glance, a vision of the world
Too much to take in, too little to
really care.
Both ends of the spectrum and the
center of the circle
I try to understand, I try to
avoid thinking
Experience is everything, only
thought exists
The One gives birth to the Two
And the Two grapples me to the floor.
Everyone has fought this battle,
few notice it.
In my search for the Divine, I
come back to myself
Scorched by the fires of the Gods;
there is
Nothing beyond my empty hands.
Life moves on and cycles turn
The Wheel spins frenzied, out of control
I struggle, creation forming me
forming creation.
Light the pen ablaze
I'll push the button, ignite the fuse
I'm not afraid of explosions,
detonation is easy
If you don't think about picking
up the pieces
And sometimes there is no choice
Playing terrorist, the Universe
holds me for ransom
Until I pay up, until I play up
Until I raise the ante and accept
the stakes
Raise my pen and melt-down the
world again
Life moves on and cycles turn
The Wheel sparks as it rolls
through the skies
I dance, signal Shakti; SMS: save
my ship.
Invoke death, invoke birth
I'm not waiting for a new life
I'll incarnate in-body-now
Transcendence without leaving this world
Long word, only means new perceptions
Means everything and nothing
In-transit, transient, ephemeral
My life is a whisper on the wind
that shakes mountains
My life is a grain of sand that
becomes a pearl
My life is nothing, my vision everything
My words are all that remain in my wake.
