Commit unto me
the ability to See;
there is so much I wish to Learn,
no longer shall I simply yearn.
Commit unto me
the secrets of the endless ages
bound by the winding passages
of your shadowed mystery.
Let all be bared to me
as I commit unto your halls—
winding, coiling in a countless web
of one path, bound to a single center.
Take my eyes
and let the darkness grace,
eyes blind but arms outstretched,
with mind open to embrace.
Cast aside the clinging tatters
for immaterial metamorphosis
from the chains of that society
that barred me from your gates.
Lo! No more bound
I float into your grace
and rapture myself
upon your delicate caress.
Shut out the light,
stretch out existence;
the senseless path becomes
alighted by reality, purified.
In you the sky is my solace,
dancing and diving through clouds,
limitless in my exploration,
but grounded—finally connected.
Others jeer amidst
the fickle insecurity
bred into imprisoned forms—
bound body, mind, and soul.
No fear, march unhindered—
their rage is not for you;
still wrapped in grim conformity,
blinded minds bar ascension.
Noise topples as I touch the center
and everything falls away;
complete, I breathe at last—
Your corridors have set me free.