The Blade Of Intuition

         - From ' The Path To Inner Truth' :  
            My self help book  
 
Resting on the blade and
   dancing on the edge...
 
My atoms are split they
   resonate with chaos...
 
Finding not reunion I
   pulse with uncertainty...
 
Remembering not intention
   nor reason, burning...
 
Blinded by awareness and
   succeeded by vision...
 
I remember why and  
   release it, balancing...
 
My seperate worlds collided,
   in a breath they rejoined...
 
With being and knowing
   I felt the divide...
 
The blade became fluid
   and I feared it not...
 
It drove a wedge of seperation
   in the rift I was weightless...
 
I channelled truth yet
   could not grasp it...
 
It rose through me like
   smoke from a fire...
 
With stinging ash it
   burned my eyes...
 
Yet it dissipated and was gone,
   like water it ran through my fingers...
 
Split in two I found solidity
   the void became a channel...
 
I found it crazy and nonsensical
   yet there was a pattern of reason...
 
I created and gave the empty fragments
   life, they became my words...
 
They found organization on a blank page
   and finally made sense rhythmically...
 
The unknown is everpresent and it
   knows not even itself...
 
I cannot know it, yet I can honor it;
   the blade slashes only the worthy...