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
















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Daedalus and Icarus from Greek Mythology

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