The Last Sacrifice

The white fire
Is wreaking my body
The urge
for release.
Surrender
into infinity

The rod of fire,
entering the fleshy lotus,
to let go.

Why?

Who am I?
I step aside
I yield myself
I surrender
I am no longer there

But my body has not yet surrendered.
The ancient fires burn savagely,
demanding attention.
The cells are screaming
being initiated
into the white fire.

The body believes
it must find ecstasy
outside itself.
I must
convince it
otherwise.
It must yield
to me.

How?

Ecstatic frenzy
disintegrating itself.
Infinity
tearing emptiness apart
Ecstasy
revolving around itself
turning its inside out.

Unbearable
Intolerable
Uncontainable
There is no release
I am trapped
Bound
Helpless

I embrace the ancient fires.
Choices faced
Decisions made
Causes birthed
Fires spawned

Everything comes from choice.
Atoms, men and galaxies
Choosing
Deciding
Creating the future

How can one judge
a decision
unless you made it
yourself.
And if you made it
how can you judge it
unless you know
who you are?

It was made
Because of what WAS

Everything is at it should be
Because everything
is opportunities,
choices,
and what came of them.

I have made every sacrifice,
lost all,
suffered every torment,
made every error conceivable,
given op everything.
Except this.
Letting go
of myself

Will I drown
Forever cursed?
Suffer endless desire
without release?
A nightmare
without end.
What could be worse?

No!

I trust love
Love is stronger
Nothing can keep me
Nothing can bar me
from liberating the prisoners
from healing the planet
I made my choice
I decided
to give everything.
No price is too steep.
Nothing can keep me here.

But something
is holding me back.
What must I do?
'Give up the love of Love!'
What is this nonsense?

The truth!

There can be only one.
I must face the dark virgin.
Who is she?
She can be anything
Terror
Chaos
Frenzy
The warm breeze
Delightful smiles
Mild laughter
Gentle touches

She must surrender too
Because I am her as well
I am choice
and possibilities.
Can I trust myself?

I can be anything.
I will become
what I recognize.

What will I see?

Madness, sanity and emptiness
Wild fire
Beauty
Harmony
War
All at once

Because all is one!

I am choice and opportunities
But I yield
to that which preceded choice.

Finally
Peace
Release
At-one-ment

I burned up the ancient fires
I am the incarnation of that which IS

by Rolf Jackson

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