way, way back there

 

when we fear, fear

or love, love,

may we come to rest in an ethical frenzy.

maybe we are doubting the self 

of self-consciousness.

it may be a first meeting of this sort,

a back entrance 

into the internal mother-board of being.

discovering an essence 

behind one's emotional stature,

a knowing beyond 

what learning could provide,

where a calling gets it voice,

stumbled upon,

with needs to originally claim,

not as strange, 

but rich 

with otherwise unapproachable depth,

as to be aware of ourselves, 

beyond what knowing can provide,

to venture into a calling

to have effortless passion 

without reason,

to be compelled 

as if envisioned

where self-consciousness is, 

not as an impedance,

but as a transcendent means.

it is the work of inner trust 

without external worldly rewards.

to become a conduit of inner life richness,

yet outer-world expressing.

steps in dimensions that eventually

we will all have to take.

for each of us,

to be a first drop 

in the crack from the dam,

to run free of that containment,

to be the essence force, 

to be behind expression 

as conscious outcome.

yes, and to fear, fear

and love, love.

either way,

and see who of us 

is the way, 

as the way is back there . . .