Over the course of decades
Over the span of many trials
Comes to pass that I now wield
The reins to guide him
This wild bull of Will
This wild bull of Mind
.
Great Sprit within
I have known
The beggar and the king
The priestess and the sorcerer
The madman, addict and the sage
Wrestling, ever
With the parts that want to kill
And the parts that want to love
The parts that want to stay
The parts that want to run, hide, flee
In terror
.
Integration of the Two, the Many
Into center reins of the One
Mind now not so snaggled
By layered fallings of the Abyss
I hold center
I hold center
.
I am He
Who discerns
Who brings the great power of Mind and Word
To serve the whole
To serve
The whole
.
But I remember
Sometimes nightly, so
Those days, and months and years
Of muddled and crazed conscience
Leading to darkness
Magic to manipulate and destroy
Even if in illusion of self
The unexalted one within
I remember
I will never forget that line
I walk it
Daily
.
I walk it daily
Now holding these reins
Now riding this spit-slobbering yet
Ever-gifting bull
Now speaking the words that calm him
I hold center
I hold center
I trust
.
Over the course of decades
Over the span of many trials
Comes to pass that I now wield
The reins to guide and honor him
This wild bull of Will
This wild bull of Mind
These Two, these Many
This One
The Great Sprit
Wind-whipping and wise
Within
I am Father
I am Father
I am Father
Father Wind
.
Image credit: “Father Wind” from Tarot of The Spirit by Pamela and Joyce Eakins
Letting Go 