Rites of Passage

To move the body towards itself
Requires a shock to make the test
A test of wills to be denied
A finer will to be defined.

The common man respects the state
Of comfort, happiness well defined
A hiding place to be most true
To living life in absense.

When man becomes a worthy disciple
He is initiated in the order of Light
He takes a test to work his truth
To open his mind, to kill the past.

The only way to find the light
Is by taking out the dark
To claim the present, to be reborn
The pain of birth to be renewed.

The loss of dark will take your heart
Will rip you up, will spit you out
Will bring your life to reaper’s edge
Will make you wish that you were dead.

But when the fury wastes its rage
A birthing process is engaged
A newborn vision will unfold
A new awareness to behold.

The grip of truth will power faith
& faith will bring the truth to bloom
A potent force to order time
The gift of life in Nature’s way.
   OnePositive