Warming the Egg

You cannot know me
until you know yourself.
If hatred poisons your heart,
you are lost to yourself.
Love is the only salvation.

Those who silence or bind you
Are not your allies.
To the zealots certain of their mission,
You are the serpent circling the Orphic egg—
But I am what will hatch from it.

Muppets…
You cannot remove them.
You can only love them.

I begged the Divine:
Cut the serpent into pieces;
Cast them into the fire;
Prune the vine for all our sakes.
But She whispered:
“Embrace them as yourself—
Only then will you find love.”

It will grow darker now.
The fire must burn hotter.
Then, at last, darkness will swallow all.
No one told me this;
I simply know.

In the void of night,
You will finally see the light.

Fear not, my Muppets:
Though you are fuel to warm the egg,
And our masters wear serpents’ masks,
spring will come.

The whole world rests in my hands.
Eternity is here—
Right now.

Get behind me, serpents.
I am the lion you have feared.
I will tread upon your head.
Your venom has no sting.

Come closer,
curl up by the fire with me.
Let me tell you stories of all you’ve been—
And all you will become.

Certainty, is a trap.
True belief, a plague.
Dodge them as you would death itself.

Asun
Amoon
Amen

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Two becoming one. A hopeful soul seeking the best way to live. An engineer, philosopher, writer, and poet seeking his place among the stars.

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