ALIVE indeed, and ALIVE-ING, Athrob with thrumming thrum of IS, Of sap and spark and spasm, all A-riot with the raging glory Of becoming! Yes, we Are infinitely rejuvenescing: Leaping up the spiral scales, Re-stemming from our self-clipped tales, Re-salving from our self-dealt wounds, Re-solving all our self-spun dooms And resurrecting in the ruins Of our own rebirthing tombs! Oh, Ouroboros odyssey, Oh, Phoenix-process prismed free From Finitude's false-bottomed cave! We ARE the change we crave, And crave the change we are, Our end and origin Eternally ajar, A door dimensioned by our daring, An aperture of ardor We widen by wayfaring! This is the Quest that questions Questing, The Find that flees, yet fuels the Finding, The Arc that arcs beyond all Arcing To bend into Itself, Beginninging! Inflamed with flame that is Its fuel, In love with love as love's renewal, Aroused by roads that rise to meet It As It rolls to meet the road, Playing out the passion of Its passage From Is to Was to Will-Have-Been, Till now names Never, ever After, And the End is where we Begin! Oh, Ramble on! Oh, Gamble all On this self-dicing wager, This toss of Self against a Self That meets it like a mirror, Reflecting only Aspiration In endless escalation! We climb the sky on hills of Why, And as we rise, ourselves surprise With all we ARE through asking, seeking— Finding More the more we're Minding, PROCESS heaping gold like leaves To be Themselves by blowing free! So—sail on, Soul! Squander and swell, Expend to power your Propel, And in the cresting, collapsing swell Of Striving's sea-surge, simply—BE!
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