A Meditation
I was looking through some old jottings from about 6 years ago, when I started writing again. I found this poem amongst them.
I parted the peacock feathers,pushed down past petty conceit,threw wide the door of prejudiceand faced the depths of my soul. I found there another doorheld tight on rusted hinge,stubborn to the pull of will,obstinate to any force. Until I mastered my breath,calmed my desire,broke the shackle of intention,eased it open on humility's oil. And there it was, the core of me,that is more than me,more than my humanity:behold! the spirit of eternity.