Journey From The Within

Journey From The Within

After searching, languished bitterly

Then slept each day one hour

Old thoughts leaked to wakefulness

Until finally I saw myself

Curled up, unborn, shaded from the world.

The dim light of Renaissance barely there

Then opening up I hung there

A crucifixion, for a week or more

Until, deep in meditation I awoke!

In the Tower of Babel

Looked out on Eridu and Abzu,

Toward the source

A month more then slithered o’er the edge

Down the White wall to the town

The city burned, I fought, but I could not return

A melding of the truth upon my skin

A torture on the journey from within

Forged; forced, forgotten-follies freed.

Clung to every bit of hope 'til there was none

Then fell, washed out on the sea of Abzu

I found myself alone, at last, the id, the one, the new.

2011 ©️ Gerry Tully