The Divine call rises
The Divine call rises
First gently tapping
Tapping
Tapping
At my conscious mind
The tapping morphs to banging
As my higher self, the Divine
Makes its wishes known to my ego
Banging
Banging
Banging
Battering my ego
Until Divine lightning strikes
Cracking it open
Exposing the murky depths below
Tension builds
Pain engulfs me
As my ego fights to seal the crack
Banging and battering
My higher self sweeps through
Like a tidal wave
Obliterating some dysfunction in the ego
The ego screams and screams its death knell
Until there is nothing left but to surrender to the Divine
I am Everything
I am Nothing
Divinely held
As the psyche structure crumbles and burns
And I become like water
Flowing deep into the descent
A Divinely guided but ignorant excavation
Of spiritual mud
Sometimes instinctual rejection of that ugly precious seed
Surrounded by murky water and deepest earth
Divine Light reveals
The sacred in the ugly
Compassionate understanding
Fires a spark
In the seed
And it grows
Divine Grace enfolds me
As the growing pain of the seed begins
Suspended between here and there
Blind to the outcome
That seed becomes a plant
Breathing
Breathing
Breathing
Through birthing contractions
My consciousness stretches
Beyond its known limits
Making way for the flower bud
My conscious mind laughs
Welcomes the pain
Humbly submits
As it shakes and judders
Against the hammer
Restructuring my psyche
Blow by agonizing blow
Until a new house
A bigger pond
Emerges
And a wiser awareness is born
And the Lotus flower blooms
Flourishing until the next descent
Again and again
This cycle repeats
Until the final perfect Lotus emerges
- Self Alchemy Seeker
