AVANT SOUL

The Universe Shall Be Your Altar

You say you're coming apart 
Is it possible that you are blooming?

Bloom almost nonchalantly
As the vibrant flower 
	you have become
						
Bloom to the light of love, 
	to reaching
	to stretching
	to the paradoxical lightness of becoming
	to the very heavens,

An unstoppable sunflower, radiant and wise. 


Coming apart .... You say you're unraveling —
Is it possible that you are opening?

Open almost nonchalantly,
	unwrapping from moldy should's,
	unfolding from wobbly maybe's,
	untying from "no's" and "not's," 

Open the Gorgon's knots of your tight-fisted programming
Clogged like a bad drain in the temple of your all-seeing eye.

It's time 
	to trim splitsville ends of your material immaterial. 
	to comb out frazzled locks of unbecoming,
	to free up frustrated and frenzied graspings
Of a bad whereabouts day.

You used to be courted by unseeing fools. 
What flattery is this to be worshipped by a lie?
 

Writhing .... you say you've been caught fudging 
Is it possible that you're in shock 
	from being imprisoned 
	with your own understanding?

There have been worse fates
	than knowledge which seeks your embrace,
	than an effortless blossoming of your soul
	to electric, 
	etheric 
	winds. 

This may come as a shock to you,
But no longer do you need to struggle, 
To open out, to allow petals to unfurl 
	like proud sails 
	in time's plenitude —

Without hoarding, take from this earth 
The nutrients you need, and then —

Bringing forth your heart, and being like a flower
Growing within this enchanted garden —

    Know

	that amidst its ruin and rubble,  
	in spite of its entanglement, 
	irregardless of humanity's weeds,
You are, and shall ever be ~ resplendent ~


Fully involved, connected, compassionate,
Rising above this turmoil'd wrath,
When rose petals cascade not to the bridal path,
	but to the very heavens 
Then the universe shall be your altar,
And you, beloved —  become betrothed 
	to the unspeakable beauty 
	of life.