Radically Happy

Because my deepest division / 
Is from myself…

That is why / 
I was Appointed / 
To love The Land so much / 
I pray for it / 
And them / 
With tears…

Freed from the corruption / 
Of The Land I identified with / 
In my very bones…

Allowing it to burn away / 
The deep corruption / 
Hidden within my bones…

The Staff of Law / Is implanted in The Land / And infused into my bones // How can I wield it / Without destroying everything…

This is your final test / 
To see if you can lift the Staff / 
Without destroying it / 
Or you…

The small child / 
Who brought light to my darkness / 
Is teaching me / 
How to fight with a staff / 
In preparation for my quest…

It fuses / 
All the corruption I cannot see / 
Into bones / 
So I can walk…

I die / 
And am reborn / 
As a being of corruption / 
A slave of evil ways…

My new band of warriors / 
Raise their white gold shields over me / 
To form a protective dome of wild magic…

I cry out: > “How could you let me > Ruin everything > As I am ruined?”

The burning heart of God / 
Which turned me to a wooden guardian / 
Of first the garden forest / 
Then Earthpower itself / 
Has destroyed me…

I have exchanged / 
Mere human agency / 
For oneness with all creation / 
As its steward…

Yet even now / I wonder / If I am worshipping the true God / With my true self // Or just playing with images…

I realize / That in the process / Of being projected into mere reality // My heart / Became armored / To preserve my identity..

The ruby Mirror of Seeing / Forged from my ring of power / When surrendered to holy fire // Acts like a lens…

Nothing in this Land / 
Can make or unmake white gold / 
Or my lonely burden / 
Of wielding the wild magic…