Earthed

There was a meditation waiting there this evening

Like a calling to my inner, jaded soul,

A quiet time, a silent time, no thunder,

Unplugged moments, vested in the whole.

There was a blissful time awaiting when I got there,

After exercise, manipulations, poise,

There was a special room with mats and scented candle,

Aromatic with defeated noise.

There was a benediction bathing while I moved there,

Mere murmurs in my mind, released, slowed time,

Baptism of my body, with deep breathing,

Mind, spirit, earthed again, fine-tuned and realigned.

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Legacy

It’s okay to steal the flame and run

From gods, a-hunting down audacious

Mercy given, gift of heaven,

It’s okay.

It’s alright to burn your fingers,

Singe a little, give a little, carry some

To others colder, further back from fire,

It’s alright.

It’s fine, I think, to bend the rules, apply

Some tender leniency, pretender to immutable,

Withstanding all is fair in love and war, they say,

It’s fine.

Who will be Prometheus, provoke with daring,

Chased by thunder, run the gauntlet,

Be the warrior who casts the dice where risk and life

Are prize, those lives unknown,

Emblematic titan, punished, ridiculed, symbolic,

Messianic martyr for the mass,

Where carried torch, ignited gift, though stolen,

Given too, the drive a greater need to give

Than to survive.

It’s okay, alright, it’s fine to steal

The spark bequeathed.

With forethought,

Feed and favour,

Fan,

Now keep it lit,

This legacy.