At a threshold in consciousness
an opening unknown, yet sensed as vaguely familiar
and here now
intense fear arising – cold chill, sweating palms, pounding heart—
ego in a blind terror
of not knowing,
of facing not being in control
of mind losing itself!
Gut-feeling: “I have been here before!”
and, in memory, it was dark, vast, all-consuming
a total stripping of mind’s
certainty, stability, security
ego reduced to its bare nothingness
exposed as the illusion it is.
Then, diagnosed and under the watchful eye of psychiatry,
for a long time locked up
with an incomprehensible experiencing…
Now, awareness
facing annihilation of ego-identity:
is this a threshold of the liberation and peace I seek?
“insanity” or “awakening”?
What else really matters?
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