The Journey Poem by Jose F Rosado

The journey begins in earnest,
Away from the wayward light,
Into dark corners,
And dark secrets,
And dark feelings of despair.

To find those heavy stones,
Long ago
Placed carefully
Over muddy holes,
And discarded colored ribbons
Once tied neatly ’round your heart -

To places where breath had failed you,
And your mind had taken cover,
And your eyes had turned rebuffing
The dark secrets of the truth.

Eyes, once closed,
Now opened
By an unfamiliar will –
Your own…

You offer yourself to the sacrifice,
Like a virgin to the knife
Of an ancient Mayan priest -
To pry open your chest, removing
Your beating heart, and holding it
In front of your eyes
To see.

And as you die,
Your beating heart
Still beating,
Is placed in another breast,
Reborn...

Virgin no more –
Raped in gusts
By the endless winds of knowledge.
Receiving your heart of mystery
No longer furtive in the dark.

Reach out and take your new burden
Of freedom
And truth
And fly…

(January 2005)