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
with ferocity,
without hesitation.
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
of guardians
who protect the inner sanctum
from any compromise.
Stand sure
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.
~~Luke Anderson
