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How are we to act when our moment arrives How are we to proceed along those elemental tracks Will we ever be ready to make that

defining leap

To shuffle free from this stubborn light

Courage flows through many streams Forcing us into the ocean

Do we accept what comes our way and find a comfort there

Or can we swim to those other shores, believing in a better song

We cannot know for certain not absolutely

We can only live in the purring moment and that is all Seeking love in its warming currents To make the journey on from here more tolerable

Love can burn through a wall of fear Can shake the Earth to its iron core Can keep us going in those gurning depths

When all around have drowned and perished Smothered by the hands of ghosts

Life is hard but we must bear its weight as best we can A simple truth, like the sound of water dripping in a cave The heart's a compass, so mark its wisdom in golden arrows

We pull on threads and poke our hands into the wafting veils We gasp for air

When all the time, we should just be plunging deeper into it Going further into its fadeless essence

Do we hide away in the shattered rocks or charge full on into life's throbbing mills Should we always live in a state of constant fear Surviving only on our lowest instincts

We come into form, not really knowing anything

There's just this overwhelming urge to remain alive We dart and flip through all of fortune's gentle shallows

We thrash around in tumultuous and frenzied pools And the pace of life seems far beyond our wildest comprehension

Why the haste Where are we heading at such demonic speed

Does a circle ever cease its tireless journey Can the leaf ever elude the sything breeze

When does the light precede the darkness

The vortex turns and we are propelled deeper into its endless circuits Like grains of salt dissolving in the waves of time

These spectral dreams have held us spellbound for far too long We must find a way to awaken

To wriggle free of their remorseless nets To wear the crown of lumined independence As we turn to make our way back home

It is why we are here

The rest is just a carousel of spinning atoms A flicker show

Designed to lead us further through those final crystal rapids

Beyond the foaming barricades of bears

O the mystery, the endless journey O breathless beauty

The wonder is in the distance travelled and never its glistening outcome

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With special acknowledgement to all those who provided the images

Mike Davies 5th November, 2012 For more like this please visit: http://renegadepoet.wordpress.com http://www.scribd.com/renegadepoet http://www.writerscafe.org/crystalvision/writing/