THEMES OF A LOST LIGHTBRINGER

THEMES OF A LOST LIGHTBRINGER

First, there is the forgetting.

This allows the unfolding, the fracturing

to begin.

This forgetting that you love,

forgetting of the joy and bliss,

forgetting of life’s very precious pulse.

What is this forgetting that is everywhere?

That covers the buildings

and the waters

to the farthest stretch?

Has the Snow Queen returned

to curse us with Heart’s ice?

Then there is betrayal.

That moment of impeccable choice.

Go this way or go that way.

Follow the green man

or the beckoning finger.

Tunnel or rockface.

Path or stream.

That faint sound of voices 

murmuring on the wind

or the clamour of the marketplace.

Choices in the vital moment,

choices that return with vengeance

 of wounds and loss

on the morrow’s breaking.

Spawns deceit it does,

births a hideous monster

suckling on your soul’s dugs.

Drawing you into circles.

Making you into other shapes too.

Unknown.

Un-remembered.

Un-expected.

And then...

Discovery!

Cup breaks,

breathless in foundation

you are plucked/cursed/hidebound.

In a fucking instant

you become newly defined.

A new gestalt

out of which you totter

gracelessly.

Lurching out of Plato’s piss-washed cave

blinking like a reptile on a stage

re-membering

that something a shadow makes.

You have only one cloak to wear today,

let it be a cloak of ashes

to hide your naked despair.

Hide such nakedness from the villagers.

Begone then!

Return when you are healed.

We good folk cannot stand your endless tears.

You follow the soiled track

to re-membrance

Yes!

Re-member.  Re-gain.  Re-turn.

But too late, poor lost child.

All is lost,

it is too late.

All the other fools have left

and there is none so piteous as 

the single fool,

a brightless and despairing fool.

There is little so affronting to our eyes.

We do not like this cracked mirror.

We hate it!

Acceptance spins your cloak of 

ashes into wool.

It shall protect you from the cold wind.

Gather it about you and set your face 

to the West.

Be your destiny and

accept it all into your heart.

What was hollow is now solid.

What was empty is now full,

of pain but also of purpose.

Acceptance is the gift

you give yourself in life,

the rope on which you climb

sweet dreamer.

Accept it all into your heart.

Let go into it!

Let go!

Just let go!

And so...spinning in that web

that holds us all.

A sudden realised thought

sparks out of the void.

Forgive!

Forgive everything!

Find forgiveness and dive into it.

It is understanding.

It is wisdom.

It is the hero’s way.

The transmutations of alchemy are it.

The soul’s truth is it.

It is the only path

out of this dark wood Lightbringer!

So let your light shine

and yield to this well-wyrded fortune.

Follow the strings of runes

To her fabulous eyes

That ever changing glyph,

hazel and blue of

hazel and blue.

Fall upon your sword each day.

Be carried home at evensong

upon your shield.

Children’s tears shall wet your wounds

and even the harsh Gods

will wonder at such pain.

The blood itself will cry out of these caves.

Even the good folk will wonder:

Some will say, forget.

Some will say, re-member.

Lost Lightbringer, they will say,

re-member!