Metamorphasis

He stands unsheltered upon the rock-face cliff
But he grows no fear for the height of the fall
He only stares out and above for the message
To display for him solutions to his wonderings

He carries the desire to fulfill himself
In learning, understanding and accepting
He wishes to end this estrangement within
And extricate himself from its malignant grasp

He knows it represents a quest
Which shall be rocky to conquer
But he is prepared to tolerate and sacrifice
To engage in the attainment of this Peace

He is halfway there, with his resolve
But can see the mountains ahead
He grabs a fist full of determination
And lets himself take a white step of faith

Unafraid, he ploughs through clouds of confusion
And dusts the blindness off himself
He wipes shadows clear from the root
And emerges through gusts of darkness, undefeated

He looks about himself and sees no injury
He sifts through the winds and races on
Suddenly he sees the crux of his journey in front of him
And stops, tranquil, to claim his breath

Simplicity was that breath of silence
That pondered upon diffused thoughts
He would no longer sink into his abstract life
But rekindle himself, in what remained unshattered

Quiet belief would reign unrestricted
Followed by tender surrender
He would bathe in this profound calm
And hold patience in his hands once more

He is engulfed by a Peace beyond passion
His knowledge is reimbursed by a blinding flash
His polish would be renewed by this light
As his arms eagle out to receive

Shyness has dissolved in the ground beneath him
And apathy refuses to linger on
He can now feel no restraint to change
And un-sense surprise, wonder and amazement

He has no need for acid tears
And allows them to swim into evaporation
He is purified by the abandonment of the false
And releases his dreams from his depth to oblivion

He is crippled no further by ego
he fosters no attachment to guilt
He can forgive who he used to be
And now embrace who he has become

His heart filters what is unrequired
His mind guides, but follows his path
He derives his strength from pure will and breath
While his Soul, as his essence, is what we now see