"Even at the time of death,
the lineage is there to call upon."
No words...of my own.
Like the old man said last night --
is the road
to the interior.
Lightning strikes --
sizzles down the spine.
gentle relief --
cascade of memory.
How did you think
the permission would be given
to chart your own course?
Would you know your own authority
if it bit you in the ass like trickster Inari?
kicked from the nest.
Falling through the air for years,
not trusting the wind;
then, filled-lungs, no-thinking, flight.
There is no greater stranger
than the soul
who has yet
to recognize herself.
This is the purpose
of the Dark Night of the Soul
the Night-Sea Voyage
the Long Hall of Mirrors.
There is no part of this journey
that isn't about turning you back onto yourself.
It's the work of finding practice-equilibrium.
If you are paying attention to your life,
whether or not
you are the same person from day-to-day,
that is The Way;
is what the lineage
has always called
(c) 2017 / Frank LaRue Owen / purelandpoetry.com
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