From the Zero
All pervasive, fullness, emptiness
Electric whizzings throughout the whole
Comes the One
Centration
The definition of Self
Some say this Self is unique
Never having existed before
A state-of-the-art singular embodiment
Of the Universe
.
This One, then
Becomes attracted to another
Be it in flesh or mind,
This One becomes the Two
Setting its focus, day and night
Something grows, resulting
Between the One and its focus of
Desire
This Two begets the Three
.
This Three
Formed by the uniqueness of the One
Formed by the desire and passion of the attraction
Begins to grow, stabilize
All is well
The garden flourishes,
Bright blossoms reveal
The Sun shines
.
Suddenly great tremors cross the land
Violent shooting crevices slicing
The petals, the careful tended formation
Torn to shreds
The Four becomes the Five
It always comes
This necessary destruction
.
Devastated, the One stares down
At the mess of the garden
That focus, that desire, that beauty
Gone, gone, gone
And has two choices
To wish for the Four, to pine
For what once was
Or to leap into the terrifying unknown
To trust, to release, to open
To what wants to now become
With risk of the next severity
To take on, and into the Six
.
Granted the abyss is crossed
(These choices do not always move forward)
Here the One lands in a shimmering light
Where all filaments connecting, felt, seen, heard
Beating, beaming, filling with gold
The Five has become the Six, overflowing
With the Great Fool’s knowing
That this too shall pass
.
Surely, as if by mode of prediction
The Six feels the illusory beams dissolving
The center standing strong
But all else, everywhere, flounders
Here again, a question
Dissolve into past’s bitterness
The inevitable victimhood of the Five
Or make another leap
Choose the vision quest
Dream a new dream to reach for,
Rack the mind for meaning
Turn inward, reflection
Reframing initiation
Again?
This then, is the choice of the Seven
.
Holding onto these reins
Staying centered, open, alive
Feeling the great void, the risks
All that has been
In the Silence, in the Seven
The One begins
To receive
Codes, new language, receiving
A symbolization of The Journey
It takes root, the One becomes scribe
Pages and pages of the tale
Begin to gather
.
In the Eight, the One somehow knows
The task will be to bring all of this into view
To give it life, to walk it out into the world
But first, the One also somehow conceives
That time in the Nine is necessary before the birth
The Nine of absorption, of preparation
Of sinking into subconscious terrors
That may protest
In the Nine, this One tends
To all that was forgotten
.
And, again as if prediction
The One arrives into the Ten
Feeling, knowing
It is time to bring their understandings forward
To serve, to deliver, to shine
This great brilliance they have maintained, bellowed
On their path of unfolding
Here, at the Ten
The One walks daily, humbly beaming
And knowing, that soon
Into the Zero
They will become again
.
If then,
This whole structure is truth
We can see that to
Know Thyself
We can see that to
Follow true desire, true passion
Is what turns this whole Wheel
.
So if it fits, if these words somehow spark alive
Tend to that unique flame within you
Follow its yearnings, imaginings
Even if it is so very dark
Believe and trust it is there, with all of your will
And that you too, have a great and burning orb within you
Keeping all of your planets alive
Follow it, let it lead you through the night
And may the journey of Emanation hold you
On this wild, devastating, brilliant and unbelievably
Beautiful ride
.
Letting Go 