Every beginning is an end

A tearing of the tether we mustn’t mend

Forever moving outward, the inward bend

That which I’ve felt, I cannot say

For words to feelings are as dark to day

Yet I need for you to know me, for this I pray

Only in separation have I despaired

Yet nothing known until departure dared

No contrast without incompletion compared

And approaching every love, I know

As the mountain gathers the fallen snow

That from mounting beauty do landslides grow

For none of ye shall see the heights

Without gravity’s self-revealing flights

Only knowing the sun in the moonless nights

For there be no harvest free from rot

No free passage without risk of being caught

No truth purely in pleasure successfully sought

Only in freedom from risk is there regret

Only creatures of the darkest seas flee no net

Only in safety of certainty are full lives left unmet

So of every future lover lent

Be they of every unknown torment sent

Every vision of direct ascension to be bent

And if struck by a shot from Cupid’s bow

Pierced by every pain for a pleasure to know

From fertilizing blood shall your greatest self grow

And when love finally does embrace you

Become of its surrounding sweet imbue

As the dawning mist blankets the leaves in dew

With great joy, make of it a coronation

Yet demand of it not your emancipation

For breath too tightly bound brings suffocation

And from life does love produce its renew

Every future from which every yesterday grew

All journeys pulled from every passing through

And be it for charity to condemn the chaste

For only promiscuously may loneliness be erased

Give of yourself freely, highest power embraced

And know none may own any earthly delight

To us, they’re as ships passing in the night

Lustrous leavings only when absent from sight

And be there no giving with expected return

Ashen ego from the fire's unquenchable burn

Forever hollow, for all fullness shall they yearn

For to retain is not to gain

As deserted self absent one’s own rain

Emptied coffers bring wealth without refrain

And being of a flesh to be sustained

Make not of other lives to be contained

Be they of the holiest sacrifice ordained

Eat of sickness, your sickness made

Mother Nature herself be thus betrayed

In self-plowed furrows, seeds of flourish laid

See of every season in your reaping

In the soil of the Earth lies all life’s keeping

Fall harvests grow even as we’re sleeping

While to work is to fulfill your freest will

For the miller finds his purpose in the mill

In valuable endeavor, no regret to kill

A love of anything to make of it more

A better existence, through toil implore

Reciprocal improvement, find what you’re for

Put it to production, else it’s purposeless loot

Absent application, all knowledge made moot

All passion wasted without the means for its pursuit

For, to pour your heart into everything you do

Is for your every making to bind the sacrament to

By blood and brow shall your worth soak through

And know that the more sorrow that you feel

The more ecstasy that you’re bound to conceal

The deepest dry wells, fullest wellsprings reveal

Your pleasure always masquerades as your pain

Always two sides of one coin for everyone’s gain

Every piper paid, no rousing song sung in vain

And be wary of your own secure entrapping

Let it not become your constrictive wrapping

Unwrapped presents, lost lands made for mapping

For fear, your natural home forsaken

Anxieties over certainties to be taken

To waterfalls and forest dreams, never awaken

Accruing mechanisms made to rust

Stockpiling amassments gathering dust

Walling-in walls closing, flee ye must

For you’re the owner of everything owning you

How your debilitating dependencies doth accrue

Surrounded by what you must fight your way through

Shield your ears from the contemporary din

For the untamable want beckons the wolf within

Hearing the call of the wild not, an unnatural sin

And know that every sword calls for its shield

As every hidden wound aches to be healed

So shall everything concealed ultimately be revealed

And make the marketplace to serve the man

Rather than to take from him all that you can

Or by soft enslavement, bind him to greedy plan

And be of the conscience to treat transgression

And of the purified self to demand its repression

As crimes against others bring your own oppression

And yet, ever be merciful to the convicted

For in every image of evil is all man depicted

Of pain, hunger, desperation, none restricted

So study the spurring of the wrong

As the conductor toils to balance the song

Punish weakness not, seek to make it strong

And know that every law is relatively made

Just as callings are heard by only those bade

As every sun-warming tree casts cooling shade

For all too often does piety’s pretense offend

And by honor the vilified lawbreaker commend

He who writes the law, to his aims must we bend

And be not so certain your freedom makes you tall

For many an unguided ascension leads to a fall

As being entirely free to act is to be subject to all

First, free yourself from your own weakness

For from weakening action is born the bleakness

While oft is enlightened listening judged as meekness

For there be no yin without pairing yang

No melancholy tune of which love never sang

No defense against the beast without fearing the fang

And delve into the heart’s discord with mind

For only in their accord is there any peace to find

Caught up in their war, by the ego confined

Agreement finds humility, hostility seeks pride

Purpose rides passion, reason’s balancing guide

Never be it for the surfer to make the waves he’ll ride

And from your suffering do you evoke the sage

For of the brightest love is born the darkest rage

And from the most trying times do we come of age

And make not of yourself something to be defined

For every vision of truth will inevitably be refined

As you're your past, present and future combined

While that of what you essentially are

May never from you be but near nor far

As inseparable as the nucleus from the burning star

And when the star burns out or explodes

The makings of every function of form it unloads

Paving the overlap of every connecting crossroads

And there be no teaching born purely without

Only revelations of springs hidden in drought

A fertilizing of buried seeds sunning to sprout

Of ignorance, only the self intercedes

Even the greatest guides be but your leads

To taste Sophia’s fruits, you must water her seeds

And in friendship, know of reciprocation

Of symbiotic endowment in sharing creation

Every grower growing from mutual cultivation

From utility may we ever find our way

And to use each for the other, ye lovingly may

Only in the one-sided gain may love we betray

Love your friends by adding to their life

Of their burdensome binds be as the knife

Shelter them from their storms and steal their strife

And pay heed to your need to always speak

For from inner disquiet is this need of the weak

And the loss of complete thoughts you forget to seek

To refrain from speech grants great insight

So flee not from quiet spaces in lonely fright

The hushed inner truth sparks elucidating light

And know that of all speech, a truth is told

A fear of coming across as meek in affecting bold

Between the lines readings, wrapped-up to unfold

And beware the illusion of passing time

Which but the finite in you conceives as crime

You’re both sand and hourglass, hollow and chime

The love of whom you most are is ever unbound

Forever beseeching you without making a sound

Forever revealing the straight as coming around

And know that from deprivation does evil descend

From festering wounds many care not to mend

From fissures and fractures of unmitigated bend

And when all of you is in self-accord

When body and mind are heart-implored

Then of every goodness granted can you afford

For, of much evil is goodness made

Of biggest lessons, small judgments forbade

Of subsuming transgressions which finally fade

For of the ego, of greed infused

Of hopeful folly that becomes abused

Of every such vileness has virtue used

And call not upon Spirit but for assistance

But in gratitude for its inseparability’s insistence

For between you and the One there is no distance

Extend yourself outward with every feeling

Get off your knees, it needs not your kneeling

Commune with the essence of Big-Self-revealing

And here know the great joyful confounding

Of the hearing of Spirit in the mindfully sounding

Oft dismissed as dreaming what’s actually grounding

And please, think upon the relativity of pleasure

For the foolish but hoard it as an accounted treasure

Dividing themselves from that pleasure beyond measure

For pleasure is both burden and boon

And may conceal the sun as the eclipsing moon

Like a double-edged sword cutting away too soon

So let your pleasures be tied to your growing

Let books be read because you crave the knowing

Let flashing lights be not only show, but showing

And be of beauty to be born in reflection

For it be the revelation of every inner inspection

And she whom gives over to one is another’s rejection

A weary traveler sees the dwelling as haven

Yet of its concealed traumas are made the craven

An unkindness abandoned by but a flock of raven

Yet, seen with unassuming eyes

All concealment of beauty shall lose its guise

For even from scorched earth may beauty arise

And be of religion to become all belief

To be of the sun-scathed, the cooling relief

To forgive generosity for once having played the thief

And make of it not a means to exclude

But a prism spreading all color for white to include

The looking glass through which our truest Self is viewed

See of Spirit all fortitude and purity

The impenetrable fortress of entrenched security

The endlessly-revelatory antithesis of all obscurity

And of death, fear not an end

But a boulder around which the river must bend

A golden currency for everlasting renewal to lend

In your heart you know all ends are illusions

That around it hover all our fears and delusions

All flying away, leaving but the naught of conclusions

For of this journey, I must say goodbye

For it is not for the seeker to in one place lie

But for all places to be as brief amnesias in asking why

Fear not of my passing, for all truth returns

The out folds into the in for which everyone yearns

The inextinguishable flame in which everything burns

Of the primordial seed, everything grew

Moving within itself by your passing through

For what dwells in timeless recess dwells within you

Lastly, let me say, certainty is darkness, doubt is day

For to fail to question is for the greater self to betray

No dungeon deeper than where you may comfortably stay