Without warning the walls collapse,
lightning strikes, flames burst forth
as the ego surrenders to Divine will,
the poet’s life falls down in tragedy.
Behold the sudden moment of truth,
when the immortal soul strikes back,
creating demolition and devastation,
shaking the foundations with wrath!
Bringing down the house is painful,
yet destruction brings forth creation
as we liberate ourselves from prison.
When destroyed we meet only truth
as we hit rock bottom and revitalise,
begin again, no way out but through.
She who bears the phoenix’s destiny.
He who plummets to his own death.
In reverse, while trump tower burns,
admiring jewels instead of escaping,
she surveys her gilded magpie’s nest
even as the world shakes around her.
Surrounded by civil unrest he tweets
infantile, hate-filled, arrogant words,
yet clings on with sheer desperation,
afraid to crash, afraid of losing it all!
What destroys the poet liberates her
as she recovers the courage to let go,
manifest space and go with the flow.
Yes, poets must create in the towers
that hover in the background of life,
yet they are forbidden to live within.
In darkness she is to seek out nature,
search within for her numinous Star.
Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2016