One by one,
I reel in millions of strands of perception.
Through all my ages I have connected
gossamer attachments to fleeting moments
and temporal personalities.
My spirit is exsanguinated by so many sources
My heart is a fat, veined Goliath
ever pumping, ever pouring forth
a web of bloated connections
My fears nursing from me like needy porcine infants
and now I wean them,
pulling my nourishment away.
I have cared so much for these little ones.
It hurts to let them go,
but I have chosen my survival
over the breeding ground of parasitic fears.
Each withered corpse will be a testimony to my resolve
Each one I will transform into a feather.
I will add these to my wings and I shall fly.
Instead of bleeding myself for my fears
I shall make them tools to serve,
and through their service will be reborn a new perception
This perception shall become wisdom,
from which a world can sup, if it chooses.
For there is but one source, one instant,
and it is within that brilliance I wish to dwell.
It is so odd that unconditional love
acts exactly like a parasite,
yet it is the only one which nourishes
the more it draws from me,
yet it does not need me.
For it is forever fed.
It brings cocoons and mirrors,
producing butterflies of self-reflection.
Once you tap into this nourishment,
you are also forever fed
and forever changed.
For you can take on its properties
and can yourself feed many,
However, as long as little parasites
which do not nourish in return
are needingly bleeding me,
I am not truly partaking of the unending source,
which is Love.
© 2015 William Suphan
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