Alter Ego

The alter ego takes its throne

Prepared to govern me
And soon thereafter I’m alone
In present company,
For it has deemed too great a risk
The heart that’s finally free,
Instead commanding my retreat
To safer boundaries within reach.

Deep inside a tiny protest

Tries to warn the growing heart -
The King of Silence only thinks of
Winning in a fool’s regard,
Where spoils are measured only
By the lack of casualty
And one who lives to fight again
Has postponed agony.

There is no truth within the fort

But what the King decrees,
Until one comes from outer courts
To knock deliberately,
Breaking through the Silence,
Asking that the heart be seen,
And waiting, patient, at the door
For she who has been freed once more.

 

The Real Thing

While still, I think of something real,
Something beautiful that I feel,
Begins at heart and grows from there,
Becoming something that is shared,
And in my mind I hold it fast,
Knowing that this dream will last
As long as I will walk this earth
In search of more of what comes first
Before the deeds, before the fruit,
Before the words that speak the truth,
Before the peace, before the hope,
Before the wonders I am shown,
Before the rising up above
Into a realm where all is love,
Your Spirit comes in to abide
Makes me new from deep inside,
Reveals the thing on which I dwell,
The Lord of mind and soul as well,
Existing at the source of light,
Author of the Spiritual life.