Burn

burn
Robert Montgomery



I flow
with this pen
from one moment
into the next.

Looking
to release
the need
to question at all.

Looking
to lose
this character
made up of scraps
of memory
and collected
interpretations...

spasms
of illusionary
experience...
seeking to save
rather than burn
clean.

Fragmented beings
only believe
they are so
when really
the fire
of one thousand
suns
burns inside
waiting
for release.

If
we were
to understand...
if only
we threw
off the veil.
So thin
that which
separates us
from our salvation.

So thin
and yet
in our conditioned
awareness
we see
a fortress
from which
the only escape
is death.

And so
we hide
amongst
the safe
battlements...
ignoring
the truth.

Every
one of us
harbors
the secret desire,
the hope,
that we will be
the one
to outwit death.

And yet
so many
have done this
but not within
the illusion.
They transcend
experience
by being
a fearless part
of every breath.

Radiating
the fire
rising
above
chaos
to blissful
acceptance.