We come upon the turning now.
It’s time to consecrate the wheel.
It spins the drifts of whirling dust
that swirl beyond our certain paths.
Perspective shifts as thoughts evolve
we waken with expanding eyes
like hinges on a rusty gate
unopened all these centuries past.
The truth reveals an inside voice
that orients your every thought.
Arrangements of mythology
deployed within your every act.
Beliefs held close to keep you safe
within the castle walls you built
upon the mountain of debris
collected from the stories told.
Drawbridge down, the gates rolled up
a world outside the stacks of stone.
Mirrors piled up at the foot
reflect convictions in your mind.
Take sweepings from the castle keep
and press them to extract the juice
begin to feed the souls that search
for healing truth in memories deep.
Allow each person’s energy
to sense the texture of the walls
to find their heart beneath the stones
and touch aliveness for themselves.
If it fills your heart with joy
and lightness gives your spirit ease
then lean into your soul’s desire
and take the actions that will please.
But when it starts to weigh you down
just let it drop onto the ground
then look to see which choice will give
the most aliveness in your life.