The Lighthouse
- joymcarey
- May 31
- 1 min read
"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
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