Dreams overwhelmed you
so you set out on journey
far from home
you thought the answer
lie in a poem
the greater the fool
the greater the folly
too many roads
too many choices
a precipice
and
you at its edge
silence as adoration
a wolf on a leash
a dwarf soul
abstractions you cannot draw together
stray thoughts colliding
a precipice
and
you at its edge
muddled impulses
pull you in too many directions
till you are lost in them
an abandoned self
the self you set out to find
a precipice
and
you at its edge
step off
take the plunge
uncharted terrain
only a fool knows
only a fool would go
a precipice
and
you at its edge
shadows known as silence
melt away
and the sun rises
a yellow rose for your soul
a wolf on a leash
mortal and divine
a hero for your soul
sorrows pass like shadows
and leave untempered joy –
the act of adoration
so much light
it obscures
so much knowledge
it blinds
press your finger to your lips
here the gods whisper secrets
leap to a new birth
trust in a fool’s faith.
– matt at shadowofiris
Matt,
You’ve done it again. This one hurt. It broke me down and built me back up again. The archetype of the fool has always been one that is close to my heart, particularly as the fool of the tarot, who you so painfully and beautifully portray here. Thanks for killing me once again. These little deaths are always needed. I believe they keep us all truly alive. I think I will come back and read this one a few more times.
Sincerely,
Jim Spaulding