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