This is the moment of recalcitrant reconnaissance

When we would recognize that we must not

Allow the aggressive tide to wash us over

And keep us from adherence to our path

Trod us all away

Into spectacular arisings

That would impede our circumnavigation

Into double helix ladder spiral circumference of peace

 

Is there a place

That is so unsettled by the uplift of joy

That we cannot see clearly enough to

Be able to decipher the aversive prohibitions

The longing

The lustful desires

From the moments of solid absorption and recognition

 

When we could see our way clearly

Through all the clinging hope

To be able to recognize

When the moment is right

For us to dive in and never be concerned

About the need to rise above the immersion

To reclaim some air

 

These are the haphazard moments of

Disconsolate wondering

Climbed over by the rambling of the mind

Lost in beatific haze

Of a fantastic moment of deliverance

That we had never expected to arise

That we had never expected

To dislodge our feet from the sequestered

Graveyard hovel

Quadratic meter crawl

 

We have been lifted up in salvation

From the quagmire of disconsolate complacency!

We have been invited, gleefully

To hover above the sledged-down space

Of reticent longing for spatial awareness change

But all of a sudden

Without any level of recognition of the slight

Dichotomy

We have now found ourselves on the other side

Where there was just disconsolate longing

 

We have now found ourselves

Floating rapturously above the

Infertile pit of loneliness

Where the soul has been bound down

By sequestered maniacal recognition

Into a place where there would

Never be peace and admiration for the moment

Where there would never be ease of

Being in transition

 

But all of this energetic hovering

Could gloss the mind, the heart, the soul over

As much as slave manacle plodding

Through an encumbered space

Of un-anointed duty and obligation

Of enslavement to the hardline obescience of

An indentured servant

 

The invigorance of the moment

Can lead back to pathological blindness

Unawareness of anything beyond

The egoic dislocation of the Self

 

It is all of this we must recognize

When the prana is engulfed by the shift

And we are newly energized life forms

There is still a time when we must

Drift downward into introspection

To recognize that the bellows

Are inflating the gondola balloon

And lifting us into space

Where oxygenation can be thin

And the vespers of air could be

Narrowing the veins of transfusion to the brain

 

It is this we must recognize

And not allow the waves to thrust us up against the rocks

And disembowel the soul

With the titanic wrath of

Egoic resurgence

Into the places

Where the divine was meant to be

To invigorate us into the steady gaze

Of seeing all that could be present

That should be present

Without deviation from the mean

Without dislodgement from the middle way

 

With recognition of the balancing of the plateau

Upon the fulcrum of deliverance