After a night
After a night spent facing phantoms
he lies down
to listen to the birds.
Sweet sounds resounding
in the aftermath of battle
Nature knows not what it means
to be a human being, forced to wear
the liberator’s chains.
He learns to face the darkness in himself.
Can he help others?
Or will his efforts make their darkness worse?
Everyone crumbles differently
Everyone crumbles differently.
They come up to the barrier
and most of who they are stops working at the gate.
They cannot cross because they are not whole.
They limp back – sadder, older, emptier than they were
the night before.
And we are all arriving at the barrier.
In the morning sometimes you can sense what happened.
You were there last night.
I wonder: Did you crumble?
Or did you wake up with an inexplicable and hungry zest
and new reserves of light?
Unless you come prepared, two thirds of who you are
cannot get through. But it is possible to prepare
and ride the evolutionary wave across the barrier.
Then, from that place for which your heart desires,
you’ll bring back substance from your sojourn there
and inexplicable light and fire and zest.
14/8/13, Balmain East