The Age of innocence

Falling
Falling
into the fire
into the heart of the sun

Orange flames
devouring me
Unbounded ecstasy
ripping me open
exposing the last shreds
of limitation

infinity
reaching for me
picking my atoms
apart

Every notion
about who I am
must go
I know
that I know nothing
absolutely nothing
about who I am

I know nothing
about what
is waiting for me
at the other side
of the door

Something
is holding me back
a mouse
I am a mouse
afraid
to reveal
who I am

I must become
a lion
a roar
that will reverberate
throughout
the world

I am the bride
creating
a vehicle
for you to penetrate
with your white fire
I am the secret life
of the order

Ravish me
tear me apart
so that only
fire remains
I am your bride
and your groom as well

Creation
The secret
to creation
is knowing
that you have already
arrived

I am there
I am innocent
creation is effortless
I need not do anything
except be
who I am

Of course
I must work hard
sweat and toil
but where is the effort
when one is doing
what one loves
more than anything

Being effortlessly
carried forward
each step imbued
with the blessed fragrance
of the white rose
of innocence

by Rolf Jackson