The Sorting

Art: China Tree by J.Planet

The Sorting

 

Creativity drowns

In stagnant waters

A shark must keep moving 

Or it dies

I must keep moving 

Or I die

No compromise in sight

Imprisoned by ego

Chained to anger

Third eye closed

Horus snores 

Irritatingly in the corner

Crucified by my prejudices

Blind to solutions

Sophia’s back turned

Diplomacy snubbed

Perception blindfolded 

From Truth

Intuition mistrusted

Despair seeps into consciousness

Unwashed and naked

I cower ignorant of protocol

The sorting must begin

The garden must be plowed

Time to discard ideals 

Rotted on the vine

Agitations must be pruned

Habits reformed

I bow to the cosmic Will

Her will becomes mine

I clear out the debris

Sorting that which endures

From that which suffocates

Rebirth requires amnesia

Entering heaven requires letting go

The eye of the needle is narrow

Sweep up the remnants of what was

Fertilizing what remains

Spring lies on the horizon

Patience is my salvation