The light-house is calling you
home, from the stormy search
for your wholeness.
Don’t let fatalism drown you
at sea.
The beloved cares too much
about you
To watch you get
lost.
Bathe in light
instead.
Lose the self that you cling to.
Disassemble the armory.
Walk away and let the rain rust
your sharpness.
In each fleeting moment
I am doing
or undoing.
Anchoring or uprooting a path,
a Disease, a Knowing.
With each step, I am parting the sea
of the Future.