Poetry

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Break Down These Walls

Lift off
This heavy burden
Bring in the refreshing
Dawn
Of the light
That dispels the gloom-

Break open
These confining moulds
Of empty heaviness
Set me free
From these impositions of nothingness
Filling me, drying me up-

Lift me up
From these sticky gumminess
Of gripping despair
Rooting me to stagnation
In the burning earthiness, heaviness,
I am trapped by the emptiness-

Something that is nothing
Is keeping me from uplifting
The veils of despair in the unyielding glare
That is blinding, blinding me
In its undesired covering
I want to see-

To be uplifted
On the wings of creativity,
Borne upon the raging floods of inspiration
Driving me before the surge
Pushing everything else away
Holding me before its awesome driving force-

Open these doors
Clear the doorways of clutter undesired
That the way is open for
Free flow
Of that unrelenting creative energy
The master of thought seeking expression-

That in the created the creator is realised-

Lead me and leave me
Hold me and set me free
O great creator spirit that inspires
Give me the freedom I desire to caught in your grip
To realise multiplicity in singleness of thought unrestrained
Bind me to the task that sets me free-

These walls of emptiness are crushing me
This numbing grip on my mind
Is benumbing,
Draining the very flames that light the fire
Stifling the desire to break beyond the prison of emotions undefined-

Let loose
The torrents that are vivacious
Bringing forth order in the chaos unleashed
Good Lord,
Creator unconfined
I am your handiwork-

In me is a little of you
Turn those keys in my mind
Open the portals of knowledge
Lifting the spirit wilting within
To reach out unhindered
And in reaching up ,to reach out-

Relishing and sharing that joy
The joy of constructing the unreality of the reality
In a myriad avalanche of uninterrupted
Diversity, variation, variegations,
Set me free
Loosen these bondages-

Of unrequired and undesired ease
These clamp on creativity,
Let the mind set to task
Setting ablaze the forgotten paths
In a joyous dance of reproduction
The tangibility of the unrealisable-

When hazy nothingness
Congeals into structured form
Meaning arising like mists
Rising unseen to shower down
Refreshing renewal
The cycle in motion-

Tantalising in its excruciating tease
Dangling within reach
Yet beyond grasp
So, here I come, O Yahweh
You created,
Give me creativity-

I knock on your doors
Begging in these prayers
Unceasing
Asking unappeased
Until you knock down these walls
Set me free in the task that consumes-

Guardian of the door
Doors, that before were not
The bringer of the things that are not yet conceived
Bring me joy
For I have hope
You who conceive out of nothingness, create in me-

Bring realisation
In the lurking murkiness
Realise in me something wonderful to perceive
That you are realised
You who realise
Realising out of the unthought, inconceivable-

Thoughts you set in the stolidity
That is me
Break me down and mould the yielding clay
That out of solidity softened
Intangibility is given shape and form
A thought conceived in the yawning gap-

Thought itself
The unrealisable realised
The creator unexplained,
Your handiworks are the testimony
Of your unending grandeur
Unburden me of these restrictions that bind-

That in holding the desires
That is yet undefined
Seeking to be let loose
The magnificence of your Grandeur
Is set within me
Realised on a lesser scale-

In the improbability
Of the infinite beauty
In the progression of one stroke
Of your creative energy
You have inspired into being
The things that were not-

That in being; are
That out of nothingness
Like the thoughts yet unconceived
You conceived a reality
That in itself is inconceivable in its being
Reality you have set before us-

Inspiring a certain assuredness
Of self realisations
A proclamation of creation
That is perfectly self realising
In its completeness
Who is like You, O Jehovah?-

A Doxology

Oh, the depth of the riches
of the wisdom
and knowledge of God!
How unsearchable his judgements
and his paths beyond tracing out!
Who has known the mind of Jehovah
Or who has has been his counsellor?
Who has ever given to God
That God should repay him?
For from Him and through Him and to Him
are all things
To Him be glory for ever! Amen.

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