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Wings forged in the Depth
The spirit longs and hungers for delight.
And it may choose the way of ecstasy,
Spread wide its wings, attracted by the light,
Drawn to the sun's light irresistibly.
From depth and soul detached, which is a part
Of hum-drum every day reality,
Where the emotions stir, deep in the heart,-
Divorce from soul can mean calamity.
Without the soul the spirit suffers loss,-
It's perilous without it to take flight,
Soul serves as a restraining albatross
That checks the flyer's aptitude for height.
Impetuous is spirit like a moth,
That drawn by dazzling light is loath to hear
The warning of wise Father Daedalus.
That the hot scorching sun beams are too near.
Remember the unfortunate Icarus
Who in his raptureous transport flew too high,
And disobeying father Dedadalus,
His glorious adventure went awry.
His wax-glued wings did melt - calamity,
The boy refused to hear and would not shun
The radiant beams and the effulgency
And overwhelming power of the sun.
He flew too high, too fast, and came to grief,
And paid the high price for temerity,
He crashed, and down he fell upon a reef,
And then rolled on into the stormy sea.
The spirit by itself can come to harm,
Without the deep of soul it is cut off,
From soulfulness, emotions, and the charm
Of soul, strong passions, and warm human love.
The soul - all deep emotions' seat and root
That seethe, amalgamate in the retort,
To fuse therein, attaining plenitude,
Designed and planned by the Almighty Lord.
Without the soul the spirit is bereft,-
Is discontent with its supremacy,
And when in flight, keeps veering to the left
Where tender sister soulfulness should be.
Go deep into the places arduous,
Descend,- descend into the Soul's Dark Night,
Prepare in darkness for the numinous,
With soul and spirit hugging, - unified.
Enlightenment, so greatly coveted,
Has to be brought about by the great Smith,
Affliction's hammer blows deliver it,
Without them it may lead to the abyss.
Go down into the depth where the great Smith
Works by the amboss patiently and hard,-
And beats with hammer blows the entities
To exit from the smithy fit- though scarred.
For in the depth the steady hammer blows
Administered by this great Smith Divine
Stir up the soul - effectuate the growth,
Of wings whose feathers bend and intertwine.
This will prepare the wings to safely soar,
To undertake the all-important flight,
And wing from height to height for evermore
Into the white unfathomable Light.
© Elizabeth Dandy
Daedalus and Icarus from Greek Mythology
