Intent on finding her spiritual self
the poet presses the pause button,
a dazzling and dreamlike moment.
Hung upside down from one foot,
her standing in the world changes.
Suspended, she pauses till rebirth,
shadowing the pregnant darkness,
knowing she must die unto herself.
Many a saint and sinner will hang
until wakefulness arrests the heart.
In tension there is always paradox,
truth often hidden in the opposite.
Hold tight, we lose, let go, we win,
then oftentimes the reverse is true.
He who elects not to wear a watch.
He who knows time does not exist.
Upturned, misery enjoys company,
for the martyr’s mat says welcome.
His anguish offers no resurrection,
no ascent to heaven come Monday.
For this scapegoat with victim ego
meets life in masochistic servitude.
His poverty mentality, loss of Self,
finds heroic pleasure in self-denial.
Swing to a different beat dear poet,
let your pen fall, quest Odin’s tree,
gather up his runes and surrender.
Learn how to mirror and meditate,
retrace your steps to the Goddess.
Elevate your soul, open your eyes,
know your presence here on earth
is a holy baptism leading to Death.
Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2016
Dear Readers, Thank you so much for your wonderful support, pure inspiration and kind-hearted words on my Fool’s (Poet’s) Journey so far. I will be pausing at The Hanged Man for the next three weeks. Until we meet again dear poets, blessings always, Deborah.