A fallen man, I climb out of my fear

iran_zameen
by iran_zameen
28-Mar-2010
 

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood--
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

What's madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall,
That place among the rocks--is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have.

A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is--
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.

Dark,dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.

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Monda

profound, real and universal fear

by Monda on

I can relate to that darkness and that darkness is what brings me to light over and over again. Thank you for your beautiful share.  I hope you get to write more.


PERS66

Nice…it captures the pulse of our times

by PERS66 on

and dear Alchemista…no…you are not alone,

There is an army of us out there ;)


alchemista

Thank You

by alchemista on

Beautiful!  I really enjoyed this.  Comforting to see I'm not alone.