The Image of Heaven Over Earth
The flower of creation dies and I fall from peace into stagnation.
This natural process follows the decay of the product of union.
I die to the world and go inward.
I am numb. I am a shadow.
I am hidden and confused.
I am unconscious and see no light.
It would help me at this time to know that I am a seed
at the beginning of a new awakening.
Yet . . .
I am so much a part of this experience I cannot see.
In the blackness of transformation
I stand still.
Six in the First Place
I am the roots and the earth created by the decay of my past blooms.
Only time creates the illusion that soil and flower are not one.
I die to the senses and find inner light.
Six in the Second Place
I do not know who or where I am.
I force myself to trust isolation as necessary to a new awakening.
Six in the Third Place
I am ashamed of my weakness,
Fear in isolation . . . Crisis in the dark!
Nine in the Fourth Place
The time is right.
My highest essence guides me to the light again.
I open and find I am not alone awakening.
Nine in the Fifth Place
Moving from darkness into light
I am blind in fear that I have not the strength to flower.
Slowly . . . I become aware and realize
My soul is as organic as all life,
My re-birth as mysterious and inevitable as death.
Nine in the Last Place
I work consciously to return to creativity.
In that darkness of standing sill I discover stagnation and creation
Are two parts of the whole, each always moving into the other.