The Fall And Return

In the cradle of youth I am kept,

My home adorned with endless beauty.

Trees hanging from the skies in all ways,

Their branches and leaves, below they sleep.

Colors swirl around the folk,

In endless United dance,

And the Sun always shines above,

Firm and steady in its stance.

As I play around, youth pushes me by,

To a door that catches my wondering eye.

It has never been.

Hidden beneath a grand old oak tree,

I think to ignore but can’t find it in me,

To flee from what facing me I see.

I approach carefully, curious, and bold,

Open was the heavy vaulted steel made door,

I push through and to my great surprise,

A descending stairwell stares back as I pry.

Through the darkness, steps are all that I see,

Then,

I hear a voice, a hiss, a whisper in my ear.

“The light awaits”, it says, feeding on my joyous fear.

Must I venture? I do not know.

My curiosity begins to grow.

On the first step down, I tower over

The hiss turns to song and I follow.

What a beautiful melody hugging me close,

Yearning to take me on its wings,

As it sings, I am there.

Different Indeed this world seems to me;

Trees hang upside down with their roots in the ground beneath.

I smile as myself I try to calm,

Figure this World has its own kind of charm.

So I enjoy what much it has to offer,

Of fruit and song and dance and show,

Of feeling and laughter, and Oh,

The drink! The drink!

I appear to so willingly need,

Is everywhere to be found.

The dancing is dizzying, the music too loud,

the food was too good,

and the drink, oh the drink!

Makes lovelier the echo of song and sound.

After a while, my head feels to spin,

And in the distance, I could make out what looks like a grin.

I look around with a sudden fret,

Could not stand the dancing of song and food in my head.

It is all now too much, and for no apparent reason,

The blue sky turns red,

And smiles back with sinister treason.

I rush to where I could climb back home,

But the stairs have vanished,

Not knowing where they’ve gone.

I lay in anguish near a lake I find,

Away from the clamor of Ill fitted glamour,

From song and dance and food and wine,

Praying that there I no longer remain,

Near that lake that relieves some of this heart felt pain.

Moments, days, months, years,

I could not understand the passing of seasons,

How long I dwelt there I do not know,

There is something called time and it passes quite slow.

I witness in silence a face in the lake,

Staring right into my eyes,

Who and what is that glancing with care?

It has glistening eyes, and dark black hair.

Every day I would look down to get away from the noise,

The dancing, the food, the song,

Until one day I stare for a little bit too long.

And far under, deep below,

I am visited by a pitch-dark crow.

Instinct pokes at my shoulder behind,

So I turn and find the grinning crow perched on a tree,

Then I realize: that kid in the water is me!

Me, a figure, matter, a physical entity,

I couldn’t remember when I had turned into such,

As if in a dream at home part not of this reality,

Of illusionary duality,

Whence had I come? What is this I see?

I feel trapped, I feel not real, not true, not free.

The crow crows and comes to my side.

Looks in the pond to make me notice my eyes.

It sees, it knows, I need escape,

From the chains holding me down I need to break.

I call for it to fly me away,

But rests still perched on that tree,

It’s glare in the water, it wants me to see,

That there is where I need to be.

So I dive in, head first, I plunge without hesitation.

Thinking I would swim,

Yet the body I wear moves not.

Sedated I sink, stripped from all sensation,

In my head I squirm, pleading for motion,

Shaking to shatter the depth abound.

But no movement, no stir,

Not a single gasp I could make,

And down I keep sinking,

Into the grips of a giant snake.

Slithering around my feet,

It begins to squeeze,

And gulp me whole,

With unimaginable ease.

The darkness is grave,

My heart begins to tremble,

Cold and anxious,

My thoughts I try assemble,

But no thought or hope remains,

Just the void of forgotten night.

Reason has left me alone and insane,

With the breath of reality far out of sight.

It seems as though my end has come,

So, I give in to the humming of silence,

Then with a sudden birth of intrigue,

I hear approaching a beat of a drum.

Louder it nears,

Amazed, I could see,

As my eyes remain closed.

Shadows dance forth,

While in the distance a light appears.

“The light awaits” it hisses at me.

My heart now rested, mind at ease.

I reach out with a hand though body remains still,

And walk towards the growing light,

Leaving behind the form trapping me inside.

Suddenly a familiar stairwell is revealed,

And with delight I run to what I find,

I ascend gradually first then with a sudden blast,

I am carried off to where I need to be at last.

4,5,5,12,7,

I rise counting the steps in sections,

Then with a fire igniting my very presence,

I return to my original essence,

I enter the heavy steel made vaulted door,

Glad no feeling of walls or floor,

I look back not and stride beneath the leaves,

Of the trees now to my relief back off their feet.

I, the Father

Mother is me

Am the child reborn

I Am I,

In True form free.