To the Fore

As was foretold,
I am returned to this gate and lantern --
fresh from sipping waters of clarity
at the Well of Forgiveness,
to prepare for those who will soon come
seeking their own birth of dawn.

Last weekend, my car died --
and with it my PT job,
bringing me to a crossroads.
Do I continue my dream of seeking peace --
time to write and muse,
but thereby be prey to adversity?

Or do I again take up sword and shield
and prepare to challenge the
windmills of pretentious greed
and shattered ethics of the 'real' world?

as I could not sleep ...
I penned this -- for myself perhaps.

papa

to 'Gusari' or not -- that is the question

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CRY FORE!

"What am I for? one might ask,
and be plunged into a turgid sea
filled with pensive flotsam of despair,
drifting helplessly toward oblivion.

'forget', 'forlorn', 'forgive', 'forbid', 'forgo'
are but a few reminders of our trained response
to wallow in the past -- to embrace regret,
ennoble grief and worship guilt and shame.

Consider instead the essential light and grace
of those words championed to the 'fore';
'foresee', 'foretell', 'forecast', 'forever'
that draw me out and on in certainty.

Here lies, in oft ignored exactitude,
the profound difference between
'responsibility' and 'accountability',
for those, of course, who do not revel
in finding someone else to blame.

To take up some measure in 'response'
is not to be maligned or ignored;
but is but another way of looking back
and to 'steer by the wake', you see.

How much more in tune with creation
is the call 'to be counted' in advance;
to take full measure by preparation
and thereby be one with quest and birth.

'Stand up', my friends. "Come to the fore!"
You cannot 'stand under' anything,
unless you escape the chains of believing,
shackled to the past mistakes of others.

Take those sad words a-for-mentioned,
And implant an 'e' which is a form of 'I',
and engender such pride of ownership
in claiming what no other can ever be.

'forget' dwindles before goals as 'foreget';
while dread 'forbid' dies stillborn
in the bold phoenix of 'forebid',
which claims by right your destiny.

Do not 'forgo' that which you might 'forge'
on the anvil of your soul and passion's fire.
Let others 'forbear' their chosen misery --
bravely 'forebear' Children of Light.

And most of all, cast aside 'forgive' --
reach into the well of your own spirit
and 'foregive' freely of self without condition,
granting selfless love -- because you can!

The song you hear is a bold trumpet call
of wild geese now on the wing and all;
to lead in dance and down treacherous path,
as one who would 'forego' that others may follow.