Charioteer

The horses surging readily, Grappling with complexity Traversing space-time steadily Not totally determined by context and heredity, Bound by ties of culture and physical necessity, Able to see myself momentarily An act so mundane it’s hard to see it as extraordinary Able to see myself as the charioteer, before the vision disappears But both the horses are part of me, journeying this realm The horses speeding readily, with me at the helm I’m a child of the universe, The dream of a goddess, Here to be a sorceress, an adventuress, Yes my clowns, yes my circus, I’ve always been crystal-clear about my purpose, I know this ends in Habeus Corpus, Can’t talk my way out of it like Zeno’s tortoise, Everyone needs some forgiveness, In a world full of sharp edges, Full of deprivations and excesses That makes a mockery out of plans and pledges Onwards on this grand circuit, Have to take the pain with the joy within it, The chariot’s wings sometimes tattered, When the crash of the waves leaves me shattered, Parts of me scattered, But I can keep my eye On the skies, Fixed on what I value, Both the horses helping me as I pursue Surging in perfect harmony, In conformity to eternity The horses speeding readily Our own versions of Dionysian dismembering All of this for the sake of remembering Go through the process of regathering A cherubic vision, lions, bulls, eagles, and humans, Wheels within wheels, truth beaming in lumens To those who think theosis is hubris, Nothing is forgotten that can’t be remembered, Nothing lost or surrendered, Everything is everything, And anything else is a red herring This part of the journey light, Winged for flight, Harmony no longer takes a fight Plumage bright and built by right, This joining the Olympian victories Induction into the mysteries, And now I’ve made and paid my recantation And enunciated my earnest declaration A conduit for inspiration, Acting on my obligation Aligned with my inclination Now we’re moving together The road underneath bending to the skies like the tale of Nachiketa, Seeing and seeing And cogitating and contemplating, The suffering now ameliorating Never hesitating or vacillating When the day is done, Back to the One, Back through the Supernova Into the Universe’s Ova, Take the horses to the stable To give them nectar and ambrosia.