If I travel too far down into
The places and spaces
That I want to explore
I fear not coming back
Why come back?
To this concrete reality
Its chaos, ego and competition
The base where I usually live?
I fear if I lose my mind
I may need caretaking,
Like parents suffering a stroke
Or developing dementia
I see clearly the blockages
The clots of grief as I
Dabble in the Dark Arts
Frightened but Famished
Maybe these Arts
Are not that dark at all
Seductive, uncovering, revealing
Maybe they are Bright Arts
Illuminating expansion and freedom
Adventure and safety
All lusty items for those
Who wander
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