The Lighthouse

"A man crying the blues is in reality bewailing his structural limitations and failures.  He is, of course, unconscious of this.  To him, his emotional response is a primary, independent condition." - Dr. Rolf

Lingering in an assumption 

Barely ever leads to progress 

Spiraling continuously 

We know the wrong way is endless 

 Perhaps, a different point of view 

Like a lighthouse, escorting sight 

Manifests where sea becomes shore 

Revealing waves with its bright light 

 A different point of view, perhaps 

So resistance slithers away 

Gives a challenge context, makes sense 

Of the pattern that's underway 

 Patterns perpetuate with time 

Shame's frozen in held gestures 

Energy, motions that are we 

Engage living architectures

 We cure our ailments, medicine 

Complete to live life free from pain 

Did anyone pause to question, 

What lurked before in the terrain?

 Lurking finds a new festering 

Sick, unsure of what may come 

Now we must heed the message 

The body’s ultimatum

 The lighthouse, unemotional 

A fixed monumental moment 

Captains choose land or become the 

Turbulent water's proponent