a leave given

Bestowed with a grace befitting an oracular seeing,

the cherished one is seen to draw near.

The forthcoming dissipation scatters an unforeseen betrothal.

The way is shut to the open

and being opened is more than one would hope dare for.

For the dream knows only non-limitation.

A groundswell surges to meet me.

To trust its movement seems to be a casting away of trust altogether.

The open chasm distilling all into fright and unwilled surrender.

I've been pushed so as to have no hope of return.

My thoughts garnished with a crown of thorns.

This empty space filled with everything,

everything I once held dear,

everything I wish to let go of,

everything I ever will love,

everything all together.

An end a beginning an end.

Exiled from the core into an aloneness of millennial proportion so timeless that even death is not an exit. The one who knows would venture still into the unknown all the same

having learned this time that there is no way back but by moving on.

Immobility is the cost not the price

of hard-earned freedom that lasts forever to the me that dies.

The one that knows gains not as it has nothing to gain

for it is the one that gives.