There's a time in this awakening
to open the chest
and step without even a hint of defense
toward the dark,
a time when even the slightest movement
to rid or to vanquish
will be the very energy used against you.
There's another time, however,
when you'll be called to bare your fangs and claws
and wield a discerning saber
Summon your dignity
from the center of the earth
and set loose howling spirit winds
to every last corner.
Clear the table.
When the psychic parasites try to hang on
with claims that you'll be lost without them,
command them without pause
to the central sun
to be dissolved.
Return them to essence,
to be born anew
in kinder form.
Learn the value
who protect the inner sanctum
from any compromise.
at the center of your mandala.
Claim your throne.
Declare this sacred space
for the benefit of all beings
in the confidence that you are a lion,
whose claws are sharpened
by the clarity that only love may enter here,
whose fangs are forged
in the annihilating fire of infinite light.
Your worthiness to liberate your body and being,
your place of earth and sky,
comes not from any special favor or privilege.
This worth, this birthright, is given freely and without end
from the deepest source
to every particle of creation,
and all of life celebrates with you
each moment you recognize your luminous self
and your truest choice to live as love.