Will
My will is my engine, my faith.
Not a steely or fearless warrior.
In the way of a beautiful steed
it carries our vulnerable bodies
- even if surly, laggard, wayward,
firing and fired by our hearts and desires,
focusing and with focused purpose
like an arrow,
shaping trajectory in every step.
That which mobilises intent,
enables loving service, kindliness
and instigates courage.
Else, we are a lump of dough,
festering.
Clods, blobs of elemental greed,
concupiscence, arrogance, folly.
Will wills. Wherefrom?
The dragonish bowels of the Earth?
Pluto's primal realms?
A magical wand for spirit?
The chemical propellant for our personas, egos and survival?
Or
a blazing blade, sceptre of Flame:
Light, immortal - The Will Divine
- a nano spec bequeathed, thereof!
That which slashes the grey fogs
and murk of the bardos;
the chain weights that encumber;
dissipating toxic miasms
and the sorry inventions of our monkey-minds and fingers.
Wild Will honed, is free
of expectation, premeditation, coercion or entrainment.
Singular or en-critical-masse
when the tipping point comes,
will is the lift-off of wing-power,
will rides the storm, superseding inertia, as the disparate parts
- great steed and puny rider -
wide-eyed, full of consummate Will
rise up and merge into one.
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