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Yours
by drake Wednesday, Apr 3 2019, 9:36pm
international / poetry / post

the cosmic sea churns
saturated with life,
its essence distills into
a silver chalice,
an invitation to complete liberation

u draw ur magic wand, zinc-willow
and crystal tipped,
only heroes enter this space --
tho not yet free, as existence
invites instant death or surrenders its prize,
to the few that overcome

u push on, unrelenting persistence
wins, u know it -- allow the meek to inherit slavery
to which state they are born

climbing to the summit lashed by cutting winds
and ice, u persevere until u crawl exhausted
onto the level summit of ur life upon which is found
a small stone enclosure

u enter without hesitation and take the golden crown
refined by ur indomitable will and unwavering focus --
it shines brighter than a million suns,
u pause, fascinated by its wonder
then place it on ur head

the silver chalice appears magically in its former place
brimming with the essence, the elixir of immortality --
u imbibe the nectar of the gods that gather before u
waiting for the final outcome, they kneel,
they know their creator and place

u alone must overcome

goddesses appear alluring, sensual
moist with desire, u are not distracted

with chalice in left hand and wand in right
u complete the ritual and explode into
infinite space swirling with galaxies
which appear as small jewels
relative to ur size

u continue undaunted to the black centre that draws the known
into its darkness and dive deep
into its qualities only to emerge on the other side
as the indestructible creator

One with all, u dance, which movements
produce all that is and is not and that which is in between,
everything scintillating in the throes of ecstasy

the confines of body and mind sacrificed
to unfettered, uncontaminated consciousness
u take ur place beside the infinite originator, who
is happy to see that YOU have finally overcome

Tat Tvam Asi -- Thou art THAT!