Anne Hope

Further down, behind thought, deep in the body.
My gut, so disturbed, so nervous.
Consciousness knocks fiercely
on  the door of this passage.
Bangs of experience open areas
prettified, ignored, sublimated,
inadmissible to myself, to you.
Climbing down the steep muddy bank,
slipping and slithering, calves shaking,
controlling feet that fear a bang on the bottom.
The door of awareness, like a ‘rampart of clay’
warns one can never go back.
The false sense shivers in the face of…Something,
authentic, threatening, lovable.
The familiar ego feels frantic.
 
The familiar ego feels frantic
Threatening, authentic, lovable.
The false self shivers in the face of… Something
warns one can never go back.
The door of awareness like a rampart of clay.
Controlling feet that fear a bang on the bottom,
slipping and slithering, calves shaking,
climbing down the steep muddy bank.
Inadmissible to myself, to you,
prettified, ignored, sublimated.
Bangs of experience open areas
through the door of this passage.
Consciousness knocks fiercely.
My gut, so disturbed, so nervous.
Further down, behind thought, deep in the body.
 
      

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