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