Meditations — The Method

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Meditations — The Method

A Poem

Painting Courtesy — Agni D

The craggy steep of razored falsehood,
A serrated malice to bruise every step.
A relentless siege obstructs each aim.
Even our daily breath is oppressed.
A burden and labour is our days
Nights only extend the siege within.
Our aspiration flames out dispersed unaimed 
Scattered like stars upon a lonely void.
A mournful silence broods awaiting 
Filling our spaces yet not occupied by woe.
An interminable wait is our journey
The slow plodding hours keep count,
Of life marred by a hundred deviances.
Yet the turn must come, an occult shift
When the indweller must rule our entire self.
A perennial dawn, a succession of risings
Of many improbable suns, by transforming gaze
Of an unyielding might, shed the dross of death.
To seize the ancient peril housed in matter’s base
By will compel and yield to God.