Reaching

Born again as a baby age two

Reaching out to the understanding friend

Gaining emotional support

And sending unlearned knowledge

Weaving the dream of self

Secure in the insecurity of unknown

I merge in the flow of your existence

Tide of a Rising Point

Melting away the glowing thoughts of injustice

swept by the frozen continuum

pressure of self-judgment subsiding ever so slightly

the point can be still again

and let others fly free from angst of its truthful reprisal


Axes that are love and fear

both repressive and innocent, strive for the opposite

maneuvering for unlimited progress

two primal instincts coordinating for my survival

position my rising point on zenith