A Fig Newton Of My Imagination Poem by John Martinez

Being led to the threshold of my mind
I cannot yet fathom the depths of this revelation

Magestical movements sing unheard melodies
to love, wisdom, and knowledge

A celestial voice, a distant echo beckons me
Embrace the solitude that is offered

The wilderness that you wander while half asleep
is made desolate by the weight of your thoughts

Your long dormant desires and yearnings rest silently
in your heart and grieves the loss of innocence

Upon grey mountains lies harden soil and rock
from which you may sow your weeds of anguish

Abandon the disintegrating relics that sheltered your mortal body
to the unobservable mysteries

Unsheathe and discard that which would silence your enemies
and thus impede your soul's journey to joyous summits

In this, your sojourn to reclaim your naked seasons
cast off your hungers, your thirsts, your lusts

Walk firmly to your conclusion and relinquish that which
no longer serves the premise which placed you
in this realm of existence

Rejoice in the darkness
for it is merely awaiting the brilliance
of the light within you

Linger not for a moment as the spasms of life
spring you forth
in torrents of fullness and the dawning of new experiences