Becoming

Becoming, as seasons, yet to be,
is the weaving of infinity,
all thoughts of absolutes are mere escapes,
for the rhythm of wholeness ever creates.
Once we realize a common bond,
spanning the galaxies and beyond,
we see contained in the whole creation,
one perfectly balanced manifestation.
In stability, security is sought,
yet through the rigid, the battle is fought;
in flux lies hope that freedom awaits,
and to every sorrow, a joy relates;
emerging from states of human passion,
sorrow thus polarizes compassion.
We gain and we loose, to humble become,
and in humility, victory is won;
the waxing and waning, the high and low,
are dual parts of a balanced whole,
the substance with which mind integrates love,
becoming wise as serpents, harmless as doves.
Walk on, oh man, fight to understand,
this common experience we share as man.
No matter what level the whole defines,
in the process of being, our state refines,
for human effort is heaven's potential,
questing for knowledge the one essential.
And though extreme approaches exist,
mystic yogi and scientist:
The mystic, his lower nature subdues,
biological levels, attempts to breakthrough;
denying the hungers of simpler men,
all desires the yogi transcends.
And science, trusting only statistics,
the abstract logic of mathematics,
devises intricate, objective machines,
and building thus, nature's mysteries gleans.
Each pathway offers a glimpse of the Real,
yet the wholeness of Truth requires we feel;
for alone the laws of creation are cold,
it takes a loving hand to gently mold,
the rigid structures of reality,
keeping form and function in harmony.
Mind holds the blueprint of creative plan,
when fused with love, whole ideas expand;
in measureless waves of cyclic motion,
sustaining, maintaining, is pure emotion.
So knowledge unfolds degree by degree,
with mind as the door and heart the key.
Stolen fire from the Gods, fruit of the tree,
are but symbols of the periphery,
where man wrestles with opposing extremes,
with light and darkness and all between.
Whether planet, sun, or a galaxy,
from simple to utmost complexity,
though basic principle remains unchanged,
to be, is to constantly rearrange:
endlessly, uncertainties will appear,
again in chaos, purpose is unclear,
and just when one shadow is swept away,
another looms to hide the light of day;
yet drawing upon the matrix of mind,
when empowered by the heart, wisdom we find.
What is this mystery that sets captives free,
from unresolved states in an unresolved sea?
Rising like a continent out of the East,
clothed with the sun and moon at her feet,
with the hope of tomorrow in her hand,
comes the intuitional mind of man!
The alchemical formula now complete,
with water to cool the refiner's heat,
the final ingredient that provides,
duality resolved and unified.