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This is a poem I wrote for when thoughts in our mind circle relentlessly in our minds like vultures, weighing down our spirit.

Rise into the Light


Ideas, dreams, anxieties, thoughts
Rush around busying the mind.
Sometimes colliding, creating
More of the same – creative
Destruction plays its game.


Sometimes, in torrents they come
The deluge submerging, overwhelming
Subsuming and blurring each other
Rendered opaque, as blackness
As burdensome – clarity no clarity.


Captivity to darkness is embraced,
The melody of creative destruction.
To languish there is a millstone,
Weighing down; exerting pressure.
Yet, the burden is needless.


Needless – the burden that is,
Its power is a fiction claiming
Jurisdiction of the mind.
The fiction that there’s no way
Through, no way out.


The light – there for those who seek it.
After the torrent, there’s calm
To rise up to the surface of
The water and break through
To breath and life and clarity.


Authority asserted – clarity regained
Ideas, dreams, anxieties, thoughts
Have their character again.
Creative destruction plays its game –
Will you play it at its own game?


Rise into the light.