To find yourself you must lose yourself.
The One you are seeking is not inside you.
You are inside the One.
you must be here, now.
Now is the center of all times.
the trains to past and future
and travel on parallel lines.
you must go by a way you do not know.
Burn your maps to make beacons.
Without dreams, you are a sleepwalker
who could join the ranks of the living dead.
dark dwellers at every new threshold.
Without them, how could you be ready to pass?
to choose the forms of your worst fears
and laugh at your creations.
you must carry marvels within.
A mirror can't show you what you don't bring.
from wherever you are. Don’t think
you have to drink jungle juice with anacondas.
You only conquer the dragon when you raise it
and ride it and turn its energy towards Light.
The visible is the skin of the invisible.
In the dark, it is easier to see with inner eyes.
He is your friend if you expect the unexpected
Everything interesting happens on the boundaries.
How about now? You feel the cool breath
of Death on your neck. Give him some foreplay.
Name only one God, and you’ll always end up with two.
Seek the nameless behind the forest of names.
not from behind a curtain. The hawk will hear you
and the rabbit, the lily and the stone.
become a stage for divine events.
Notice what neverending story is playing through you.
Notice what rhymes in a day, and a life.
Follow the logic of resemblances.
and bring gifts from the Otherworld into this one.
You’ll regret what you left undone –
more than anything you did when your cool lover
stops licking your neck and takes you in his full embrace.
- My poem is included in Growing Big Dreams by Robert Moss. Published by New World Library.