At every opportunity
Where reality offers me an easeful invitation
Into the level of upper knowlege I aspire to,
Or to the creative wave I wish to ride,
I feel resistence
Feeling the threat of suffocation
Of perfect understanding
Or a creative life realized
Even insulated by all I desire
I feel sad to leave behind the unsustainability & transience
Of unfulfilled potential
I feel closest to God
When my views and gifts are a secret between Them and I
Not yet ready to invite the world into my sacred circle
I promise to extract that nameless, placeless thing I crave from being formless
And then surrender myself fully through the door of realization
Next time…