terracotta
there is a crack in everything that’s where the light gets in
or eternal waters to soak up sorrow and flood fertile grounds
solid meaningful foundations
at least and at last he did not submerge his pain in distilled spirits
instead took a path and commitment to a spiritual solution
a seeker one day at a time
when he finally surrendered himself to a Higher Power
stopped playing God and dissected his Ego he wept silent tears
floodgates opened and all star dust turned into mush
he knew he could not choose the colour of his life boat
all chakra’s hues turn into white once he would let go
reason did not suffice for reaching composite faith
so he prayed for his emotions to follow his thought
dialectic synthesis
please let my character defects dissolve do away with my fears
as they served their purpose to identify wreckage and carnage
crisis point
the vital force presented him with emptiness and to a degree
relief from a daily unease of being himself and no other
uncomfortably numb
the door had been opened and while the hinges still creaked
with no turning back he asked for something to fill the void
questionable success
engulfed by pain hurt loneliness confusion unrest and discomfort
it was strange that there were no anger depression nor resentment
hiatus
his wife is a psychic who feels and sees not just in words
an earth angel and kind witch and he sought her advice
I see you at the cusp of an abyss in a desert in a storm
throwing down terracotta soldiers with great volatile force
it is dark but I can see you quite clearly in anxious repose
there is water with no fish algae nor plankton and there is
just sufficient oxygen to breathe enough for your purpose
and well there is a light in the distance as you may be aware
his normal response would have been to seek an instant solution
intellectualize solve the riddle move on but he paused
sought solace in meditation
surely his thinking suggested Egocide and overcoming the shadows
but all he knew was that he would not jump from the cliff hanger pose
he was no soldier and wars cannot be won
Tarot insinuated for Death Tower and Hangman all good cards
for they prepare for new beginnings growth change and a journey
steps and destination
when he gave gratitude to impermanence Terracotta and light
his doubtful candle started to flicker with such power and force
no hurricane would ever extinguish the quest
he prayed with his psychic lover who only wanted him to be himself
and he knew he was a little bit closer now that the terracotta was gone
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2025
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