To Hold and Surrender

Hold on to Daddy’s hand

Precious one in willowy stand -

For here we go

Down life’s path

Up and beyond

The mighty mountain’s face.

 

Hang on tight

Young son with busy might-

The ride will get us there

Eventually without a past;

Nor a present tense

to contain us in the race.

 

Don’t let go of your visions

Curious scholar with big reasons -

Learning will provide a lifetime

To gather stones and sticks

That will someday build a house

And that will keep you.

 

Embrace your family and friends -

Grasp, with both hands,

The ideas and notions of self

Close - very close in arms

For they all share glory and defeat equally

And if not in life - then, certainly in death.

 

Master your desires

‘For they concur with perdition’s fires -

Control instincts to own & covet

They are both false and fatal

To the free spirit

Whose nature is naked and without root.

 

Surrender to the muse’s fire

Give in to the urgings of inspire

Release to the edge

And then jump unto the abyss -

Allow thyself to evolve

To nothingness; to everything.