Joys
await the brave and give their other-sight
And
so it was – I saw the wheat – the single stalk
The
picture – it cannot be more plainly given
The
sign in the glass – the glass in the pool
The
pool in the whirlwind – and that
In
the midst of me – in my world made new.
Stepping
back I had the joy in owning nothing
Knew
the gloried end in my knowing nothing:
And
free – no guard against any take from
me
Naked
– no armour against self’s lust in me
The
sight of it alone freed me to own it
And
owning it – squarely to turn from it
And
learn from it – with all joy unspeakable
That
I – I – truly was nothing and utterly
corrupt
And
I knew it – accepted it – and was glad for it:
I
walked amongst the eagles as their carrion
I ran
with his dead body as an empty carcass
No
will my own I owned my own freedom
Flew
the lowly heights above the barrier skin:
I
had never heard – by any page of many words
The
thing was mine to know time out of mind.
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