Awaken ancestral wisdom,
and find your investment
peering back at you from the Well.
We were given survival lessons,
surpassing limits of cognition,
experiencing deeper knowledge.
At the bottom of the Well,
the sacrificed eye can still see
capacity, resistance and inductance.
The magna carta rewritten,
allowing charging interest and tax,
creating capacity for a few.
The impossible seems to be
a spiral found going down,
can not be turned the other way.
The possible is that endebted,
can barter their surplus and goods,
choose not to partake in slavery.
15th February 2011
In the ripple free depths of the well a face peers back...
An ancient visage dark with mystery reflects your own.
As you lean in deeper to stare at it, it mirrors back at you.
Yourself, true-self for the first time. Differently. You see!
A spiral connects you, a strong centrifugal force in-between.
You reach downwards to pull it upwards on invisible strands.
Like a salmon climbing a high waterfall you see it twist and turn.
Like a lily bud it rises from the forgotten humus and the slime.
Up and Up! You meet! And greet! What power is yours again!
Furtive and fertile human child! Begotten mortal? Not at all!
You see the lie for what it is. You know the truth at last!A many petaled lotus is yours now to hold in your heart....
Very interesting poem!
Perhaps it is important to realise that everything is possible, people seldom remember that!
Great work :)