Dregs of Yore

     Would you stand at the final threshold And into the blinding light behold?  If all your perceptions the flames consume,  Would you live sightless till new eyes bloom?  If, to hold your ground you choose And measured passions you'd fain refuse,  Once more your eyes may fill with wonder And spasms of divinity tear you asunder.  Seared by beams but unmoved I stood, Till much in me reduced to dead wood. New forms sprung forth in flashes white For poets to confine lest they take flight.  The sky throws many faces at me: Some of unrest, some of fury.  Yet one among them most appeals; My bearing something alike conceals.  My face betrays an unguarded appetite; A spirit of inquiry these sights excite.  Too lively for my body to contain,  My soul thrashes inside its frame.  Inspirations: 1. Symbols of Transformation - Carl Jung 2. Thus Spake Zarathustra - Friedrich Nietzsche 3. The Doors of Perception - Aldous Huxley...

In the shards of my fragmented soul I see Wicked faces of humanity grinning back at me. When unsought darkness, from chains, breaks free, Unmet selves come flying at me. Led by shadows own in trap or trance, Or even with conscious will perchance, I prowl with not one backward glance. Behind me, the devils gleefully prance. Spirits I hound with vigour anew; My better self with demons I imbue To enter chasms descended by few, Where games of light and shade ensue. Down there, stolen riches gleamed, While around me, fiends countless teemed. Black and white edges greyer seemed: On some such edge, I stood redeemed. Inspirations: 1. Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious - Carl Jung 2. Thus Spake Zarathustra - Friedrich Nietzsche 3. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoevsky “Ye have made your way from the worm to man, and much within you is still worm. Once were ye apes, and even yet man is more of an ape than any of the apes.  Even the wisest among you is only a disharmony and hyb...