Habitual.
This thing
has to be
perfect
and on time
for it to be
real.
Transfixed.
Transposed.
Pure, and logically
separated from this
place,
time,
reality.
Stepping into the void
is stepping out of yourself.
Soon you will find
the void is something else.
Fill it with your voice.
Your perceptions unfold.
No longer a shape,
broken from the mold.
Ritual.
One state,
preceding another.
Passing the old body down,
off the cross.
Cracking open the door
to see who is outside.
Not afraid anymore.
Giving up your life
to step through
into true vitality.
No more
constrained by fear.
The rungs
on this ladder
are clear.
Habitual.
Knowing you are
too afraid to move.
Got through the motions,
scared that you
are going to break through.
Ritual.
One hand
holds the hammer
that shatters
the mirror of your lies.
The other hand
opens the door.
You take a step
and you’re not here
anymore.
DJR – 2023
