The Work.....

LOVER----For me, it is easy to love you. To love me, the man in the mirror, is not an easy battle to ride into alone. The woods are dark and filled with assassins, demons, and monsters of dimensions known and unknown. Hacking through the undergrowth, snagging skin on thorns, leaping chasms with eye on the prize of reflective glass. Once there, sweating and exhausted, I see familiarity in the recent stranger. I hold his gaze and welcome him, telling how much he has been missed. We agree to get to know each other, smiling a solemn, sad exhausted smile.

WARRIOR----For me, it is easy to anger you as easily as you anger me. I will curse, threaten, and piss you and me off in ways that appear out of control with confusion and misunderstance. Hacking through once more the clutter of flying bullets, knives, and fire that blast in my direction. Nicks, cuts, and burns ignored until I arrive on the battlefield of survival. Through the gauntlet into the arena of steroidal rage. Kicking the ass of the gnarly son of a bitch that blocks me from my growth, my power, and my peace of mind. The reflective glass behind it all reveals the killer with hostage. Cutting through the chain that binds them and discovering they are one and the same. Hideous laughter from the raging one in the glass.

MAGICIAN----Fearful now, the darkness. Relying on sound, smell, and tactile touch to find my soul. Spirit is in this house of black as my stomach falls repeatedly. The snoring bear stinks of carrion. Crawling sounds above and all around as I stub toes on sharp and dull hardness. Speaking out for support and guidance as I am the blind seeker. Show me the way, for in my fear a am frozen and ask for a hand to lead me into the light. That when I exit this darkness, a breath of calm will escape my being. That I may be rejuvenated in ways never imagined. Embraced by Spirit as I coast into the last of my life. Leaving the glass behind that

KING----Joy with a heavy and smiling sigh. The bliss of arriving intact, sitting in the easy chair of comfort and blessing. Shoulders sag relaxed, pondering my life path to the serenity I bask in. Children and their children's children pawing me with love and glee, as I paw back. My kingdom comes to me now. They ask of my wisdom, experience, and blessing. My laughter a contagion, spreading through the room like the smell of baking bread. Home on the throne of joyful bliss, sharing the gold of my life. The glass reflecting sparkling brilliance.


StevenLoon