Destroyer

Nothing ever lasts…
Some things will change,
and some things just won’t.
Iconic grist for the rending mill of life.

Iconoclasts exist for new change,
reactionaries live for the old same.
Some welcome new changes,
and some want their exhausting old ways.

Changeability is our way to survive,
bending with the storm is freedom’s way to arrive.
A stiff and dry branch breaks under the gale’s strain;
a flexible branch laughs against the storm's grain.

We’ll always have stormy Changes…
They blow in our faces and we make them our pain.
Our unchanging icons of our self's fabrication;
those icons that beg for their own Destruction.

Courage in the maw of our storms,
bending under the energetic strain.
Devastation for our self-made icons
by Dark storms that lay waste to self's illusions.

Annihilating,
ravaging,
and decimating our
self’s...

Self respectfully slays our self
with Sweet Surrender. 
And after the Dark storm, 
all that remains is the Beauty of Light.

Is this storm a gift our self asks?
Is it a bestowal from On High?

No; nothing so lofty,
as God’s All-Knowing Sight.
Something more subtle,
yet, just as bright…

It’s our chance to kindly Destroy our self’s,
and be free from our dark deceitful seductions.
It’s our chance to have a chance,
for beginningless and endless Destructions.

They are our Choices,
and our Changes...
It is our Surrender to continuous and
loving un-doing by the Destructive Light.

Softly let go of your stormy burdens,
breathe in its rending energy,
and give It back by letting It go...
And, our beguiling icons are Destroyed by Chi.

It’s the beginningless
of our endlessness...

It’s Simply Changing, 
and Surrendering our self to
our non-birth and new life of
Our Unimportant,
and Divine Self

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley
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